Shadows That Follow You

With the phone in hand, Elian continued walking through the city. He didn't really know what to do with it, but he understood it was a useful tool. As he turned the device on, he was instantly bombarded with notifications, ads, and a multitude of features he had no clue about.

— Damn, does anyone even know how to use this thing? — he muttered, frowning.

He didn't feel like figuring it out right now, so he just shoved the phone into his pocket and kept walking.

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Elian was strolling through a park when he suddenly heard a familiar voice:

— Long time no see.

He turned sharply.

Standing before him was the man who had helped him at the very beginning of his journey.

Arden.

Elian narrowed his eyes.

— What are you doing here?

Arden smiled calmly.

— Let's talk somewhere else.

They headed to a small café and took a seat at a table in the back.

Leaning back in his chair, Elian asked again:

— So, what are you doing here? And how did you find me?

Arden took a sip of coffee and smirked.

— I had a feeling.

— What did you want to talk about?

Arden met his gaze with a serious look.

— They're already here.

Elian tensed.

— Who?

— The Circle of Guardians. They're on your trail.

Elian frowned.

— How do you know?

Arden calmly set his cup down.

— I knew you destroyed the Guardians' estate. And I knew they'd come for you.

Elian was stunned. How could Arden possibly know that? How did he know the Guardians had arrived?

But he didn't ask any more questions.

— Do they know who I am? Even if I wear a mask?

— Yes, Arden replied. I don't know how, but they've learned your identity. But don't worry — they can't reveal that information. It's classified.

Elian silently considered what he'd heard. Then he looked up.

— Can I trust you?

Arden smirked.

— That's for you to decide.