Logan sat down heavily on the bed. After last two days of nonstop battles and travel, his body was worn out, a bone-deep fatigue pressing on him.
Audrey floated closer, hovering right in front of him.
"So, Audrey," Logan muttered, narrowing his eyes. "How did you end up on this planet? Are you here for the same thing? The technique that monsters and beasts are after? Planning to keep it for yourself once you get your hands on it?"
Audrey shook her head calmly. "No. I was sent here to help you."
Logan blinked, stunned. "What?! Help me? How did you even know about me?"
Audrey started in a calm voice but her words stuck like thunderclap. "It's a long story, Logan… or should I say... Aiden Ferith, the war hero of Ashenvale."
The moment that name left her lips, Logan froze in place. His chest tightened. "Ho… how do you know who I really am?" he asked, his voice unsteady.
"I know many things," Audrey replied. "But the real question is.... are you ready to know them too?"
