Chapter 15: Guess who I am
I settled on a tree nearby, waiting for him to arrive. The ground around me seemed disturbed, as though graves had been recently dug.
Is this where they buried the bodies of those who failed the Awakening?
I looked at my clothes, torn and covered in mud. Ugh, I’m really in a sorry state.
"Who are you?"
I turned toward the voice. I recognized him immediately: one of the six Enforcers under Grégoire’s command. A towering man, muscles bulging, threatening to rip through his immaculate white uniform. A massive claymore hung on his back, drawing all attention. His appearance screamed raw strength, but I wasn’t foolish enough to underestimate him. Better to test his reactions before drawing conclusions.
"Me," I said, pointing to myself with a smirk. "I’m just a ghost."
He drew his large sword in one fluid motion, pointing it at me with a gaze as hard as steel.
"Reveal your identity, or I’ll have to use force to get answers," he declared, his tone menacing.
Well, he’s not one to joke around.
"We’re in a cemetery, and you’re meeting a man dressed in filthy clothes, with an empty grave next to him. Who do you think I am?" I threw out.