That deep, melodic voice—completely out of step with the bizarre thing that just happened—catches me with my guard down. The fact that he's calling me master doesn't help.
"Okay… uh. Who are you?"
The weird man stays still, looking at me, no idea what to say. The blank pause tells me how wrong things are. From my memory, it's clear this person isn't Sebastian Conor. But it isn't necromancy either. It isn't shadow magic.
'So what the hell is this?'
I check my OXI and watch it draining faster than it should be.
2,447…
2,443…
2,438…
2,433…
[OXI: 2,427/2,500]
I just topped off the tank testing the OXI drop variants, and more than seventy points are already gone in less than five minutes.
'That's insane.'
"If you don't tell me quickly who you are and what all of this is, things are going to get complicated." I take a breath. "Either you're going to disappear, or I'm going to drop dead."
He looks at me. Tilts his head.
"Vel'kor… ith morai sehn."
