Chapter 88

“Aren’t you tired?” I ask, my eyes warily scanning him from head to toe. He really is here. Right in front of me. In the flesh.

That same tall, slender, build with a ghastly white complexion and gravity-defying black hair.

The same man in my dreams—nightmares, rather.

He looked as if he was swallowed by darkness, with the smoke all around him. He was a terrifying opponent. But I was not one to back down. I bared my fangs and summoned Celeste’s eyes, making mine slit and glowing a brighter purple. If I could, I would’ve sneered and tested the firmness of his will, just to see if I could do to him what I did to my past enemies.

Hearing my question, a slow grin spreads out on his face, sending goosebumps down my spine. I felt Flavian flinch from my left.

He spoke, his voice thick and yet silky smooth as if he hadn’t been around for centuries.

“The pursuit to a peaceful world is a tedious task, thus one must not feel lethargic.”

I narrow my eyes at him. “Pursuit to a peaceful world? You m