Chapter 357: We’ve Been Tricked
"Trying to merge? What does that even mean?" Tobias arched a confused brow, his gaze shifting between the head of Marius and the alarmed look on Ivan’s pensive face. Of course he knew what merging meant, but in this scenario, he wasn’t sure about what it specifically entailed.
When Ivan gave no response, he exchanged quizzical glances with Duncan, and the vampire shook his head slightly, conveying he was equally at loss in terms of what Ivan was trying to tell them.
Ivan in question, moved cautiously towards the head of Marius, and it reeked with an indigestible odor, prompting him to cover his nose. His gaze scrutinized how the head was starting to rotten gradually, asides the black streaks of veins pulsing from Marius’s emotionless face.
From what he knew, the body was supposed to stay fresh as long as Marius’s soul was still intact. He wasn’t dead, he still possessed this body, so by no chance should his head rot unless—!!
"That bitch!" A look of fury flashed in his eyes as he hissed out, his anger replaced by a sudden apprehension, and he immediately exited the tent. Tobias and Duncan exchanged worried glances when he was gone, wondering why Ivan would curse out loud, and who exactly was the bitch he was referring to?
Whatever it was, it clearly meant something, and it doesn’t look good.
"We better follow him." Tobias suggested, and Duncan waved his hand, dismissing the head of Marius from his line of sight.
"While we do that, someone needs to air out this place." And he exited the room to breathe some fresh air, "go with Ivan and see what he’s up to, I need to dispose of the head since Marius’s soul no longer connects with it."
"I have to handle him alone then." Sighed Tobias before he followed Ivan’s trail.
Ivan, who was nearly running into the tent-covered cage where Draven was kept, halted when the guards he had kept to safeguard the entrance were not at their duty post, and when he rushed in, his suspicion was instantly confirmed, cause Draven was not there.
"Shit!"