Chapter 74: Fascination
Chichen Itza was the same, yet there was a distinct change in the air. The sky was darker, as if it was dawn and the sun was setting, and a cool autumn wind brushed his hair.
’Where is everyone?’
The witches were gone. Nash’s friends had disappeared. He glanced over at William’s unconscious form. Red hand prints were left on his face, the red blood of the lake having stained him and his garbs, seeping into the chainmail underneath.
His breath hitched, eyelids twitching, and William muttered, "N-no, not...her..." His level had returned and the chills dissipated.
Kazi was fixated on him, running through ideas. ’If I leave with William, can I even come back here? To this specific rendition of the gate? I know for a fact that Server Rooms lead to different iterations of Gates.’
What if Sun-young was still here? And what if William attacked again? Kazi wasn’t sure if he’d survive, even if Sun-young was fighting alongside him. The magic he displayed was so much thicker than the Wendigo’s; her anti-magic katana would be trying to mine through an avalanche.
’I have less than two hundred mana.’ He approached the twitchy body, eyes shadowing. ’Should I kill him?’
He considered it for a long minute.
’Save myself from the suffering. The effort. I should just kill him. I could. I could do it.
...but he’s just a kid.’
He was Kazi Hossain. He was better than that. He had to be better than that.