Kai paused for a good moment.
He stared at Noxian's back in utter confusion.
But unease began to creep into his heart.
Noxian was never the type to play around. No playfulness in him. He never even cracked a single joke or anything close to it. Every word was deliberate, meant only to teach or guide Kai. He was akin to a strict professor, and he seemed to like teaching Kai a bit.
Of course, Noxian would probably deny it.
But had it not been for that, Kai wouldn't have learned this much about the House of Night.
Regardless, the Noxian he knew doesn't talk like this.
Kai clung to the hope that this might only be his paranoia making him feel uneasy right now, after all, he was alone and surrounded by an endless expanse filled with Nightborns. But that changed quickly when a pure white mantilla began to fall from the black steel helmet.
And then the black armor fluttered, turning into broken white fabric that reached the toes.
It was see-through.
