Chapter 7

For a moment, I dared to wonder if Vraxlon's brute force did not resemble any spiritual force I had, because I still felt that thing lurking over my shoulders and waiting for an order to attack. I ended up wondering who could be strong enough to take me to the ruins for five centuries, and it was an almost impossible mission not to shudder out of fear.

Fear. I was afraid. And I felt pain in that fragile and human body as I was taken to walk and jump between the stones. And I certainly felt sad for having accepted so easily to get into that unknown world in search of answers. So, how could I even be someone like him? How could I fight on an equal footing with someone like him, whose arrogance and brutality were so many that they didn't even deign to recognize any threat in the three-headed monster that attacked me. As if Vraxlon were the very creature to be feared. Or... as if I were the creature to fear.

As we moved away from the cliff and walked along the rocky slope of