Seeing the mage who tore his reality apart and threw him into a world where he was the most wanted murderer in the kingdom, Heon's breath hitched. Wide eyed, he tried to regulate his thumping heart. Anger and panic mashed into one.
"You're the one who caused this, aren't you?" Heon said through clenched teeth, looking at the familiar cloaked figure with hate burning in his brown eyes.
Startled, Darym turned to face him. Although Heon still couldn't get past the hood, the smirk playing on his pale lips kept taunting him. "Oh? What is this?"
"I'm the one asking you."
"There are two of you." Darym looked back and forth at him and the Heon of this world. He nodded thoughtfully, not revealing the evil glimpse of his red eyes. "I see. It is nice to meet another you."
Heon frowned, it was his turn to stare with questioning eyes. It appeared that even Darym was surprised by his appearance. If so, then this was not Darym's magic doing it.
