Second World War [03]

A Few Minutes Ago…

The ritual had ended. The once lifeless body twitched. Its skin cracks disappeared as new flesh grew.

Then—a quick motion.

Suddenly, as though waking from a centuries-long dream, the figure stood. His hands moved, feeling, testing, proving he was there.

Then his eyes slowly rose.

He fixed Zephyraen with his gleaming silver eyes, which seemed to be able to see right into his soul.

A moment of silence. And then—

"Are you the kid, Zephyraen?"

Zephyraen's breath hitched. He had been ready for this, but it still chilled him to hear that voice again.

"…Yes, Malgrath Master… You recognized me?"

Malgrath's lips curled slightly. "Hah… Of course. I had already seen the future."

"You knew about the Second World War, then?" Zephyraen asked.

Malgrath's expression was unreadable as he cocked his head. "Huh… Second World War?"