As the night slowly retreated, the threads of dawn began to stretch on the horizon, announcing the beginning of a new day. The small convoy left the village heading to Reloy, where they each have a different target.
William was walking in the front, his steps were quiet, and his usual silence enveloping him. His red eyes were watching the road carelessly, as if he didn't care about those around him. Next to him, Cain was walking in complete comfort, putting his hands behind his head, as if he were on a pleasant walk.
Irene, who was behind them, occasionally glanced at William. She was trying to understand him, but the more she reflected on him, the more mysterious he was in her eyes. It wasn't like the others, it was something different... strong, mysterious, and a little scary. However, she was not afraid of him, but curious.
The two companions who came with her from the village were walking within walking distance, sometimes whisking, and signs of anxiety were still seen by these two strange men.
Several hours passed, and the road became more rugged. There weren't many travellers, and that made the atmosphere quiet... and perhaps dangerous.
But this tranquillity did not last long.
Road interception
As they passed through a narrow corridor between the hills, a group of men armed with cheap weapons suddenly appeared in front of them, their faces filled with greed.
"Okay, what do we have here?" Someone said in a rough voice, while holding a rusty sword.
Cain paused, putting his hand on his waist, sighing. "Ah, how boring... bandits again? Isn't anyone more creative these days?"
One of the companions whispered fearfully: "We have to pay them and continue our way..."
But before he could finish his sentence, William moved.
He didn't say a word, just disappeared for a moment, and then appeared behind a bandit.
The man did not understand what happened until he felt something cold running through his body, and then collapsed on the ground soaked in his blood.
There was a terrifying moment of silence.
Before the rest could respond, William moved again, his sword shining in the air. With decisive blows, two others were killed before their comrades realised what was happening.
"He's a demon!" One of them screamed, but his voice did not last long, he received a fatal blow from William's sword.
While everyone was taken by the scene, Cain finally moved. But it wasn't Quilliam, he wasn't killed... He was having fun.
He laughed lightly, then advanced forward, and dealt a quick blow to one of the men's fists, which made him hit a tree and immediately lose consciousness. He turned to the other, and easily avoided hitting him before punching him directly in his stomach.
The two companions stood in their place in amazement. They didn't know who was more terrifying... William who was killed without hesitation, or Caen who fought as if he was playing?
As for Irene, her expression was different. She wasn't as scared as she was stunned... and wondering.
What life did this man have until all the feelings disappeared from him?
Moments later, when it was all over, I looked at William, who stood there, covered in blood, looking at the bodies without expression.
She didn't feel afraid of him, but one thought didn't leave her mind...
Who is this man really?