Eness’ heart leapt into her throat. She didn’t know who this man was. No one had been in her apartment aside from herself in so very long. There was no reason for that to change today, unless…
The man only gave them a casual glance before tossing down a ticking device. Then, he calmly turned toward the window, placing a foot on the ledge as he pulled himself out.
Their eyes widened as they locked eyes with the bomb.
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00:05
00:04
00:03
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They turned away, rushing out of the room. The two young men hauled Eness with them, far less delicately than they ever had before. However, deep inside, they knew that they wouldn’t be able to get away.
Despair colored their gazes, and heartache and guilt painted Eness’ own.
She should have done more to push them away, more to get them out of this situation… more to save their lives.
But never did she think that the place she called home… was actually so cruel.
The man on the ledge remained calm as though an explosion wasn’t about to erupt to his back. In his mind, the thoughts were flowing quite smoothly.
’The story will be clean. An alchemist’s experiment gone wrong. A group of amateurs tried to help an Elixir maker heal her injuries but accidentally chose the wrong mixture.’
BOOM!
CRACK.
The sound was heart-pounding, but the eruption of flames and the billowing heat that should have come with it did.
The shockwave rippled out, sending the group sprawling down the hallway and shattering the windows and mirrors in the small space, but it was greatly suppressed, a little stronger than a forceful gust of wind.
The man had already leapt out of the window and scaled a nearby building when he realized that something was wrong.
BANG!
The roof of the small building shattered to pieces, spiraling out in all directions in a rain of hay, tile, and brick. But the man’s heart shook.
Something was wrong.
Others wouldn’t be able to tell the difference in the aftermath, but he could tell that that destruction had nothing to do with the bomb he had left behind.
There, standing on the edge of what once had been the location the roof began in, a man wearing a half-mask stood, his hand clasped behind his back.
Eness, Darla, and the others slowly propped themselves up, their hearts beating out of their chest.
When Eness saw the back of this young man, her eyes widened. "Gho—!"
She hurriedly stopped talking. She recognized the young man, but she couldn’t believe it. Wasn’t ghost man supposed to be dead? What happened?
A groan left her lips as more waves of pain hit her.
Sylas turned back and his palm flipped over. With a wave of his telekinesis, he sent the widow a shimmering Elixir before turning back to the man dressed in black in the distance.
The man was someone Sylas recognized immediately despite the disguise. He might be able to hide his presence from others, but Sylas had learned how to identify people by their Wills long ago.
Lucirius Guiz.
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[Lucirius Guiz]
[Level: 30]
[Physical: 647]
[Mental: 803]
[Will: 877]
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