Chapter 131: History or myth
Daubutim took calm, soft steps forward. He knew he wasn't allowed to stand still here for any long periods, nor could he look back.
There wasn't a single sound from the hallway behind him, and he shivered again.
What had that voice been? Before he could stop it, his mind tried connecting the dots, and he felt the stress and weariness catch up to him. Like a blanket, the dullness enveloped his mind as he struggled against it. This couldn't happen now! Because if it did, he'd be dead!
A soft shuffle ahead almost made him look up as a wave of adrenaline swamped his system. Barely truly conscious, he gritted his teeth, holding on to the tethering strands of himself. The adrenaline and the fuzziness were in a precarious balance that could shatter at any moment.
"Follow me."
The voice from ahead was familiar, but he couldn't place it. He only knew it belonged to… someone… who didn't… want… harm…
"Help," Daubutim managed to croak as he extended his hands.
It was the last thing he was consciously aware of.
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Gelwin looked up as the tome shade silently walked towards him, guiding the young oddity along.
"Daubutim, please sit down over there," he said as he pointed at another chair.
"Alright." With dull eyes but a smooth gate, the tall youth moved through the room before sitting down and staring at nothing.