Chapter 6: Wraith Or Thresher? Your Choice
Noah walked between the heavily armored knights, his hands stuffed in his pockets, and his face blank.
The leader of the knights, whom Noah had learned was called Sir Enzo, led the group, his heavy boots echoing through the stone halls.
As they approached the throne room, Noah frowned at how loud their armor was.
It seemed they were the medieval version of the police. The police turn on the siren to announce their presence but these dudes had clanking armor instead.
They finally got to the throne room, but this time, the nobles were gone, leaving the grand chamber empty except for King Cillian, who was seated upon his throne, his fingers drumming impatiently against the armrest.
Noah exhaled. The last time he was in this room, he had turned down the king’s offer. Now that he was back, it somehow felt like he had even fewer choices than before.
Sir Enzo stepped forward, bowing deeply. "Your Majesty, we found an Abyss Wraith in the hero’s quarters, but the circumstances of its summoning were... troubling."
Immediately, King Cillian’s expression darkened. "Arlo."
The way he said the name was more exhausted than angry, as if this wasn’t the first time he had to deal with this particular problem.
"Yes, Your Majesty." Sir Enzo confirmed. "He orchestrated the entire event, apparently as a method of forcing Lord Hero’s Origin Memory to awaken."
Cillian exhaled through his nose, rubbing his temples. "Summon him. Now."