Chapter 133: Waking up the dead
While Rohan was enjoying his days on the sect of Averlorn, far from there, and possibly in another world, two people were walking under the moonlight of the night.
They were both wearing dark capes hiding their bodies and their faces. Even so, under the faint light, it was easy to guess one of them was a woman with her thin and delicate forms while the other one was a man, a bit taller than her.
They walked in silence as they headed toward a place no one wanted to go when the night had fallen: a cemetery.
"Are you sure it's a good idea? The moment we do it, we will be chased after by pretty much everyone in the world, you know?" The apathetic voice of the man echoed on the night, amplified by the ambient eerie atmosphere.
"Not everyone, don't worry! Once you will prove your strength, those old farts would have no choice but to acknowledge you!" The cheerful tone of the woman contrasted with the man, as they suddenly stopped their steps.