Chapter 83 – Anger
"Where the hell are you?!"
It was already night, and the forest looked like a battlefield. I was in my basilisk's form, rooting up trees and turning the earth over, but nothing... She was not here. I followed her scent right until the point where I lost it completely. Somebody can't just disappear like that! Not possible!
"What happened....?" I asked without getting any answers, returning to human form, standing there in the dark, surrounded by multiple corpses of spiders, torn to shred.
I had to calm down... I needed a cold, collected head to gather information... come on, Conrad! Focus! With a few slaps, I forced myself to take another look around and recall every detail I encountered while coming here.
Quincy's scent was weak... extremely weak. It didn't make sense, but there was a possibility that she was making sure she wouldn't be followed, so she masked it. The second option was the same as what my gut told me to be right... was that someone came along and wiped all the clues away! As to who? I could only think about the other champions.
Still... I knew Quincy. So well, even with their handiwork, I identified her trail... But right at the spider's nest, it totally went dark. Even I couldn't pick it up from here on, and I was left alone... clueless. The only positive thing was I didn't smell blood, only my own scent. Probably from one of the scratches my body had and started bleeding...
"Quincy... Why didn't I come with you?" I grunted, feeling so intense pain in my chest that I started swaying, forced to lean on one of the trees. My spine was tingling, my head was throbbing, and I wanted to find the one who did this, strangle him... or her to the death!
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"What are you doing in front of my office this late... and why is everything covered in mud?"