Chapter 119: Not in a Dream

“Here what—”

“Shush,” Gen shushed as her ears studied the wind, “Wait here.” She said and trotted into the dark. She was just a few paces away from Ginika when her body disintegrated into different thousands of bats and flew away.

Ginika bite his lips, but released them when he felt the pain. At least I am not in some kind of dream.

He collected his bag from the floor and threw the wooden sword into it. He had other weapons in the bag and was still working on his skill to master them. The bag belongs to Balak; it was the one thing that reminded him of the man. Even though there was no love lost between them, a tiny voice in his head still wished that the man was here. Balak had been the one that had taught him the first art of swordsmanship. Let your courage speak when fear tries to raise its voice. The man had always said. Even though they had spent a short time together, he was sure that he learned a great deal from the Watcher

Betty and Gabriel were fast asleep now. The way their