"Hmmm..." At last, he let out a faint hum and blinked with his barely visible eyes.
Wriggling his fingers through his long silver beard, he marvelled.
"You..." He pointed his trembling hand towards Lucian and continued, "You are about to die soon."
For several moments, Lucian stared at the old man — his gaze a mix of doubt and surprise.
'Who is this old man?' Naturally, a single thought struck his mind.
But the old man, as if reading through his mind, laughed it off. "Hoho... The one you should worry about isn't me, child. But yourself."
Taken aback by his sudden remarks, Lucian slightly widened his eyes as a thought emerged in his mind. 'Is he here to kill me?'
But almost instantly, he found his answer as well. 'No... That can't be...'
'If he were here to kill me, he would have already done that.'
"That is correct." The old man nodded.
Lucian moved his eyes across the old man as he scanned his attire.
