Chapter 83 - 83. The Last Warlock (1/2)

Mack crossed the light door, and at the same moment he could see what was beyond.

An old man using a dark robe.

”Finally someone, after thousands of years.”

Mack walked a few steps and stopped, not sure if it was an enemy, an illusion or even a light construct.

”It seems you are a very cautions person, even growing so strong.”

Said the old man without moving an inch from his original spot.

Mack kept looking at him without moving, but his right hand was already on his sword.

At this distance, the sword was more effective than any spell.. That was one of the things that Mack learned in all those years in the tower.

”You can feel at ease. I saw all your progress during those years you spend in the tower. I'm not your enemy.”

Said the man, pointing to a mirror by the side that showed Mack right now.

”How can I be sure? All gates until now put me in a deathbed”

Asked Mack, but without moving.

”The true is, I'm your ancestor.”

Said the old man.

”My ancestor is dead, the Arcane itself said to me.”

The old man's face changed.

”The Arcane? hahahaha. Right!”

The old man felt like someone who had not heard a good pun in years.

[I am the Arcane, boy]

Said the Arcane in a masculine voice now.

Mack almost tripped back when hearing the Arcane with the same voice as the old man had.

How could he be so stupid?

”You are not stupid. I prepared this for thousands of years and waited thousands more for someone who could pass all my trials. You are just too green to foresee any of this. After all, you have barely reached your 30 years now.”

Indeed, Mack was too young to be put at the same level as those monsters that lived for thousands of years.

He knew that. Even so, the revelations that came one after another made Mack not believe anything anymore.

”But I swear I heard the Arcane refer to you as her master when I was half sleeping”

Said Mack, still not believing that his only company until now was a lie.

”Would you trust it if I not let something slip by? You distrust even your own shadow kid. I never saw someone as cautious as you enter the tower before.”

Unconsciously, Mack took a step back.

~sigh~

”Kid, to tell the true. I am your enemy. I wished to end this quickly without saying anything, but I think I had grown too old now, or maybe is the lack of talk. Who knows?”

Mack took his sword out and took another step back. His mind was blank.

He still could not distinguish head from tails about this situation, but his instincts were in full panic now.

It was as if Mack could feel the sharpness and cold of a blade in his neck. Death was about to strike him down any second.

”The true, kid, is that all the trial were just to create a new vessel for me. A new body, your body.”

Said the old man, raising his right hand and pointing to Mack.

But at that moment Mack could glimpse a tattoo identical as his owns in the right hand of his ancestor.