Chapter 644: WOULDN’T BE OUR LOSS
The thrill of being able to walk again after so many years, still left Kellan speechless. He was trying to think what had actually happened a minute ago when he stood on his own feet.
He could feel his feet, but right now. He couldn’t feel anything anymore. Both of his feet became numb again. He couldn’t stand and right now he was sitting on the floor, reeling with the excitement of the possibility for him to be able to walk again.
His eyes darted from his legs and then to Decratic, the young man, who looked like Alan when he was on the same age as his.
Decratic approached Kellan and knelt down, so he would be on the same eyes level like him. "Can you see that? Can you feel that? You can walk again. You can do whatever you want without that stupid wheelchair. Don’t you think that wheelchair is a chain that has shackled you for years? Imagine you can go out and run on your own feet... imagine that."
Kellan gulped down nervously.
Decratic was an old soul. He was an ancient creature, he was already here ever since this realm was created. He was already here, even before the light illuminated the whole world. He was the darkness and everything that had been created right now came from nothingness.
He was as old as time itself.
"What do you want from me in return?" Kellan tried to see reason and snap himself out of it, because he knew for sure there was nothing free in this world. Such huge favor wouldn’t be given like a charity.
But then, Kellan couldn’t think of anything, since there was nothing for him to offer to this mysterious man.
What was going on right now? Where did this man come from and why he was in Alan’s bedroom? More so, Dexter looked very respectful toward him.
The answer was very simple. "I want you."