"I-it's him…"
Orvain stared at the figure slowly approaching him with wide eyes. There was no mistaking that face. It was Atticus Ravenstein, the one his father had made a top priority to find and kill during the resource war.
'But…'
As Orvain met his detached ocean blue eyes, he didn't even notice when his body began to tremble.
'W-what is this… fear?'
Orvain couldn't understand why he felt this way. Atticus stood a distance away and hadn't released his aura or killing intent, yet somehow Orvain couldn't move an inch.
'Wasn't he just some bumpkin?'
His father had spoken of Atticus with disdain, saying he was weak and nothing worth worrying about. But this… this felt completely different.
Orvain had always known he had no real talent for fighting. If not for his father's backing, he would never have reached his current standing.
But if there was one instinct that had never failed him, it was his ability to sense when someone was far beyond his league.
'I have to escape.'
