Chapter 30: Consider this a dream where you learn the truth
The hall was nothing like he expected, and if he’d known, he wouldn’t have bothered concealing his horns.
The so-called hall was empty. He was the only one there, or so he thought, until he noticed a strange-looking man standing quietly ahead.
The man was clothed in heavy, blackened armor that looked like something out of a primordial age, knight-like, but darker and more primal. His skin was pale, almost grey, and his hair hung wild over his shoulders like it hadn’t seen a comb in years. Two thick, jagged horns curved out of his skull, just like Drahon’s, only longer and rougher, like those of a mountain goat.
His eyes were strange. One shimmered an icy blue, while the other glowed gold. Both gazed at Drahon with an intensity that made his chest tighten.
Drahon took a step back, startled.
The fuck?
Why was he staring down a medieval knight with horns?
He looked around, blinking at the silence of the room. It didn’t feel like the "briefing chamber" they’d promised after Level Two. And this guy, he didn’t belong to any "staff team."
Then he noticed the beard. It was thick and untrimmed, like a Viking chieftain.
Everything just felt... off.
The man finally spoke, voice calm but commanding.
"I know what you’re thinking," he said. "You’re not supposed to be here."