The moment the cloak dropped, no, even before it fully fell, Kael had already sensed something familiar. It was faint at first, like a memory buried deep under layers of dust. He did not want to believe it. He told himself it was impossible.
But now, seeing that face clearly, the immense hatred locked in his heart began to churn violently. It pressed against his chest, trying to break free but he forced himself to stay still.
But the suppression made him crazy.
What should he do?
Should he act?
But won't this put others in trouble?
What about my identity?
Countless questions flared in his mind. In all his life, he had taken very few decisions on impulse, and that too when he was young and reckless. He was someone who weighed pros and cons. He calculated. He waited. He acted only after being sure.
But now that very logic was binding him. It wrapped around his heart like chains and tried to keep him calm.
He felt as if he was about to burst.
