A Fading Light
Zulkar smiled and Nesrin took a step back.
She tried to recall the exact incidence that had happened in northern hills, the way Izekiel was defeated but no matter how much she tried, she couldn't remember it at all.
When Zulkar called Izekiel by his title, everyone looked at his way, there were emotions of bitterness and fear plastered among them.
The Izekiel of the memory had an amused smile over his lips when stood up from he seat and removed the laces of his mask.
"How interesting," he chuckled, "I thought you would be a stranger,"
The smile upon Zulkar's lips faltered.
"You turned out to be too familiar," Izekiel remarked.
"What do you mean?" Senova frowned at that.
It seemed like none of the secret society members knew much about Zulkar, he was a stranger for everyone of them but he had an inexplicable charm that made them trust blindly on him.