Chapter 96: Dead man walking (6)
Of course, what lay before me was fundamentally different from Liam Moore. While it was clear this thing was the same that possessed Herschel, it didn’t feel like Liam at all. If I had to describe the difference… it was like the distinction between moving a real body and mimicking its appearance—a difference between real and fake.
This was not Liam Moore.
Upon reaching that conclusion, my heart began to pound wildly. Clutching the door handle, ready to leap from the carriage, I demanded, “Who are you?”
Its gaze landed on me.
Empty eyes devoid of emotion or soul, a pair of unfocused, glass-like eyes.
“Ja…ne…”
A warning voice, garbled and barely intelligible due to static, reached my ears. It was undoubtedly El’s voice.
I finally realised that the intermittent crackling sounds I had been hearing were all El’s warnings. From the moment I boarded the carriage, he had been trying to alert me.
The ring on my finger started to heat up. If only it had reacted sooner! I might have sensed something was wrong. It had meticulously hidden its presence while mimicking Liam Moore’s shell so perfectly that I truly believed it was him.