The trio had met Jacob Williams in the school clinic. Jacob brought one of his coursemates (a female) to the school clinic for treatment. Jacob didn't feel well with the other Werewolves because he was considered one of the weakest or possibly the weakest.
Jacob looked up from the form he was filling out when the trio walked into the clinic. "Hey guys," he said, his voice sounding tired. "What's up?"
"We need to talk," Miller said, his tone serious.
Alex and Watson stood behind Miller, their expressions unreadable.
The atmosphere in the room was tense, and it felt like something big was about to happen.
"I'm kind of busy right now," Jacob said, gesturing to the form on his desk. "Can this wait?"
"No, it can't," Miller said, his voice firm. "We have to talk now."
"Fine," Jacob said, reluctantly putting down his pen. "Let's go somewhere else. There are too many people here."
The trio followed Jacob out of the clinic and into a secluded corner of the school grounds. They stood in a circle, and the tension in the air was almost tangible.
"What's going on?" Jacob asked, his eyes narrowed.
"It's about..." Miller wasn't able to finish his sentence before Jacob interrupted him.
"He's a Vampire." Jacob said looking at Alex.
"You are a Werewolf," Alex said looking at Jacob dead in the eyes.
Usually, the Werewolves were secretive just like the Vampires. But Jacob mostly didn't care about that. So it wasn't a problem for him to say that it in front of someone like Watson.
"So what do you want to tell me." Jacob said. This time looking at Miller.
[HP: -70]
[HP: 200/256,000]
Those words flickered with green at Miller's retina indicating that the time was getting closer and closer. It was only a matter of time before he goes Killer Mode. It seems like the way his HP reduce depends on unforseen factors, sometimes 10 points would reduce and sometimes more than that.
Miller briefed Jacob about how him and Alex fought. He didn't tell Jacob anything about the System.
"So right now, you are getting weaker and so you would go on a killing spar." Jacob said.
"And you need my help to stop you?" Jacob asked, his brow furrowed.
"Yes," Miller said, his voice heavy with exhaustion. "I'm not sure I can do it on my own."
"I don't know if I can help you," Jacob said, his tone hesitant. "I'm not as strong as you are, and I don't know if I have the power to stop you."
"You're a Werewolf," Miller said. "You're stronger than me, and you have your abilities.
Jacob smiled.
"There is one favour, i need from you." Miller said. "I want to be chained in those tunnels."
"The one that leads to the room. Where I was chained that day." Miller concluded.
Immediately, Miller said those words, Jacob looked at Alex for a second and then looked at Miller. Miller had just crossed the line. He wasn't supposed to expose the location of that room especially when a Vampire is here. That's the room, where they are chained during the full moon.
"Even if i want you there. I cannot." Jacob said. "The key to the room is either with Sophie or Benjamin. I don't know which one of them."
'Why the hell would the key be with them.' Miller thought for a second. But then he remembered that those two with Alexander Reynolds were the highest in the park. So they had some kind of authority and unnatural strength that even the Students didn't have.
"So if you need access to that place. I think you know what you need to do." Jacob said.
"I would meet Sophie for the key." Miller said. "Can you meet Benjamin. If he has the key?" The reason Miller picked Sophie was because she was a lot more calmer than Benjamin. Benjamin was always hot tempered.
"No!" Jacob replied almost instantly. "I would love to help you. But I can't ask them."
"Why." Miller asked.
"You already know the answer." Jacob said as he looked at Alex and then looked back at Miller and gave him a wink.
'Stupid rules.' Miller thought.
"if you are able to find another place to chain you." Jacob said. "Count me in. I would be glad to help a friend."
A wide smile appeared on Miller's face. "Thanks. I would get back in touch with you."
The trio then left the clinic and were heading to go meet their next target - Catherine Nicholas/Nightshade.
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In a realm shrouded in impenetrable darkness, devoid of any discernible location, an enigmatic place existed beyond the confines of the known universe. The absence of vitality permeated the air, rendering it inhospitable to any form of life. Amidst this desolate expanse stood a figure, cloaked in tattered garments woven from coarse brown sackcloth.
This peculiar man, clad in medieval attire, was none other than the mysterious individual who had revealed to James the identity of Miller, the long-awaited Savior. It was he who had orchestrated Miller's teleportation from the Tournament to the enigmatic realm of Kor'me'Lore, forging an indissoluble bond between Miller and the System.
Suspended in the unfathomable darkness, the man defied gravity itself, his form barely discernible save for the faint illumination cast by his weathered attire. He existed in a space that would be perceived by humans as an utter void, an abyss of nothingness.
As he hovered there, a faint smile graced his lips, for a voice now whispered into his ears—a voice reminiscent of the very System embedded within Miller's mind. The words uttered by the System resonated in his consciousness:
"[MASTER, THE CHOSEN ONE WOULD SOON GO TO KILLER MODE FOR THE FIRST TIME]"
"[HE NEEDS HELP]"
"okay," declared the enigmatic figure, his identity still unknown. "The Chosen One needs help. I would give it to him."
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