Chapter 971: Words Left Behind
Erend’s eyes narrowed, his focus sharpening like a blade. It wasn’t just the words Marcus had repeated but it was the way they were said.
"If you survive this, they’ll come for you." That kind of words sounds like a warning or premonition, cryptic and deliberate. It didn’t come from a fellow patient making idle chatter.
It was a message. Maybe for Marcus or even for Erend himself.
At the time, it may have seemed like nonsense, a morphine-fueled paranoia. But not now when Erend already knew something dark and ancient was moving beneath the surface. The forces even the military and Elves had no name for. That sentence rang too close to the truth to be just a coincidence.
Erend placed the file gently on the table, his gaze never leaving Marcus. He no longer needed the paperwork. He had found what he was looking for.
Beside him, Adrien and Billy exchanged a glance. They recognized the change instantly. Erend had entered the mode only a few had ever seen. He had become quiet and serious.
"That man..." Erend said. "What did he look like?"
Marcus felt an invisible pressure suddenly, like a weight in the room that seemed to build with every breath.
Erend hadn’t moved or raised his voice. But somehow, the temperature rose and Marcus’s spine stiffened instinctively.
"How is he doing this?Just by looking at me... and asking questions?" he thought.
He swallowed and took a deep sip of coffee to steady himself.
"He didn’t look like much, sergeant. Just an old man in his sixties or maybe older. He had white hair and was a bit gaunt. He wore standard issue patient clothes. But he didn’t seem wounded at all. He looked... fine, actually."