For a moment, none of them moved. Every eye was fixed on the masked man sleeping in the chair.
His head was tilted slightly back, one arm hanging off the armrest, and his breathing was so calm it was almost insulting to Tell and the others.
Isaac was the first to move. He turned to Oliver.
"Is he actually serious about what he said earlier?"
Oliver kept staring at the masked man, his brows drawn tight.
"I think so. He is not the type who enjoys joking or anything like that."
After saying that, he turned back to Isaac.
"But why would they want to get rid of us specifically? Didn't you say he saved you or something like that?"
Isaac nodded slowly, his shoulders sinking.
"Yes, that is what he did. But ever since then everything has been falling apart. Everyone believes the death of the Great Guardian was the beginning of the disaster."
Oliver looked at the masked man again, his eyes narrowing a little.
