"So you're saying this is your undead?"
Currently, there were four people in the room.
Mike sat across from Instructor Yola and Michael, while Jester stood quietly behind them.
After hearing Mike's question, both Yola and Michael turned slightly, their gazes meeting the calm, expressionless face behind them.
Unlike Michael, who appeared composed now, Yola and Mike both wore uncertain expressions.
They knew what undead were.
But this one...
Was this truly an undead?
Jester stood there with perfect posture, eyes alert, his breathing steady. His aura, though faint, carried the rhythm of life. If one didn't know better, they would have thought he was simply another student.
Also, why did he look so much like Michael?
They wanted to say a lot, but knowing they might touch on matters that bordered on secrets, a taboo among awakened circles, they chose silence.
Still, while many thoughts went unspoken, what needed to be said had already been said.
