Click. Click.
The door opened. Killian looked back at the door instantly.
There was a shift of mana around his vicinity. He stepped back quickly, dragging Lu with him.
Three figures stepped out of the door, dressed in black western traditional attire that covered their entire bodies.
Only their eyes were visible and those were locked on Killian. He turned to Lu for confirmation, and the boy shook in his boots as he pointed at the guests with trembling hands.
"Outcasts…?"
That was all the confirmation that Killian needed. He sprinted backwards with Lu, but an outcast appeared in front of them as if by teleportation.
"You are Him, aren't you?" The outcast asked.
Killian's eyes swept the vicinity in a second. "I don't know what you are talking about."
Yet he had a bad feeling about that question. The last time he was asked that question, he was at the verge of death and newly evolved.
