Chapter 353: Elsa Viola - Silent Run (1/2)

He was acting strange, even more so since he asked me to join him. I had simply thought this was about revenge, but there was something more to it.

Grey was not his usual calm self. He did not show it, much but it was there. The ever so slight malice that he hid desperately in his heart. If I did not know the man better, I would call it out of desperation or insanity.

But Grey was a man of logic and efficiency. For him to be so distraught over something had me worried. While his bastard of a brother should be drowned within a latrine, I have always held Grey with some form of respect. He deserved that much.

We had met on a few occasions, and I was lucky enough to know to get to have a few words with his wife a long time ago. He was different back then, kinder, but who wasn't when they were kids?

Faintly smiling, I turned to the silent man, seemingly carrying the weight of Midgard upon his shoulders.

”Two more days, ” Said Eric carrying a heavy timbre within his voice but never stopping. Leaping from tree to tree akin to a wild beast, we followed in suit, growing more comfortable within the wilderness with each passing day.

”Your staring,” Grey said in a tone that reminded me of the Ashen King. It was one without human emotion.

”I knew her, you know. We met each other long ago.” I muttered, by his side, watching his expression sink.

Pressing harder against the bark till began to tear underneath his feet, Grey pushed ahead, but I remained by his side.

”I don't talk about her. Not with anyone.” He said darkly, carrying a little trickle within his throat.

”Arsene said the price was great, but are you truly willing to pay it?” I asked, recalling his somber eyes that day. ”Although he didn't tell me what it was.”

”It... It is indeed great, but one that needs to be paid.” He told, appearing rather decisive. The ever so faint tension upon his left temple, however, told a different tale. Not wishing to speak more, I changed the subject.

”Ashna, if she appears, what are you planning?” I inquired.

”You truly know how to make conversation,” He mockingly scuffed, ”She along with that damn posse of hers needs to die. What else is there? Unless you believe she has something to do with Arsene's disappearance.”

”And if she did?”

”He is but a shadow.” He told, carrying a vengeful flame pulsing with each beat of his icy heart.