Chapter 82: Secret Meeting
Wise woke up to the loud sound of Aofie slamming her fist against a tree, but he did not pay any attention to her.
He did not hear her frustrated scream, neither did he hear the bangs that followed.
His mind was blank.
For whatever reason, he felt strangely alone.
It was almost night, with the silhouette of the moon peeking from the veil of clouds above.
The snow was still falling and the fire he had set up had fizzled out at some point, leaving only charcoal and ashes.
Wise stared ahead of him where the girls were, but he was not looking at them, instead he just stared ahead, into nothingness.
The gears in his head were turning, his brows furrowed as he tried to source out the cause of the strange feeling he was having.
’A dream?’
He could remember faint glimmers, little sparks of events he could not recall. But all he could piece out were the clouds and a large shadow.
Frustrated, Wise angrily rose from his chair and sucked it back into his spatial storage unit.