Chapter 46: Cid’s Design
“Tap, tap, tap,” the sound of footsteps getting louder as something was approaching.
Those footsteps echoed throughout the library, the weights they carried were heavy, almost unnaturally so. For the person making them was not someone of a stature that reflected the sound they made.
Sorin had stopped gloating at Alan and his friends, looking to see who was the one walking towards them.
From behind a bookshelf, walking out of the shadows and into the moonlight with his green shroom pack robes and brown hair, was Cid. He had a deadpan and uninterested expression, but there was an almost strange sense of confidence to him as he slowly walked toward the group of people gathered around Alan.
He eventually stopped walking, with some significant distance still between him and everyone. He then intensely examined each person there before his gaze fell upon Alan. His eyes slightly narrowed before falling back onto Sorin.
Sorin: “And who are you supposed to be?” he asked, curious about Cid's sudden appearance.
Cid: “I’m no one in particular.”
Sorin: “Tch,” he clicked his tongue in annoyance. “One of your friends that was hiding I assume,” he said while glaring at Jafar, who was slouching while being held up by the purple-haired undead girl named Loren.
Jafar just looked away from Sorin with his bruised face, afraid that he might get beaten again if he tried to say anything else.