Avin stared at the spot where the hooded figure had vanished, the air still trembling faintly as if reality hadn't yet accepted his disappearance.He muttered under his breath, "What the hell was that?"
Behind him came the sound of someone gasping for dear life. He turned to see Henry bent over, hands braced on his knees, drenched in sweat like he'd just outrun a dragon.Avin's face twisted in confusion. "You didn't even do anything. Why are you—"
"I don't mean to be negative," Henry interrupted between breaths, "but I don't think that was a test." He inhaled sharply, then straightened up, still pale. "I think he really was trying to kill us."
Avin narrowed his eyes, wiping dust from his clothes. "You think?" he said dryly, then turned his back on him and walked toward the bush they had hidden behind earlier.
