The fake what...?
I stared at the black mist in front of me with a lost look. What in the world was happening? Was this part of the trial?
But how exactly was this going to get me angry?
...If anything, all I felt was lost, not angry.
Tak—
The sound of a quiet step resounded throughout the church as I found myself stepping back.
'Uh?'
As I lifted my head to gaze at the distant mist, I felt my hand begin to tremble. It was an unconscious shake, one that I couldn't control.
'What is happenining?'
As if experiencing something similar, the distant mist stopped and looked at me.
"Do you feel it?"
His deep, yet hoarse voice echoed once more.
"...This is the resonance of our bloodlines."
What?
"For we both possess the bloodline of the Holy Seer."
"!?"
His words made my hand tremble once more, and I found myself stepping back again. My face twisted in pain as my right arm suddenly throbbed.
