After the cloaked figure had agreed to comply, Nox let him go. Now they stood face-to-face, the air thick with tension as Nox and the other man locked gazes.
Yes, Nox had ordered the man to take off his cloak. At first, he didn't want to comply, but after glancing at the limp body of his partner, all hesitation vanished.
Now, after removing the magically enchanted hood, what appeared before Nox was a middle-aged man with a short-cropped beard and sunken eyes.
His face was a bit chubby, which confirmed Nox's assumption of him being mundane.
So young, the man couldn't help but think as he observed Nox's appearance. Because the boy had sneaked up on him, he hadn't been able to see his face clearly. Now that he saw how young his attacker looked, he felt conflicted.
This... this was the reality of being Awakened. Common sense and age didn't apply to them. A hundred-year-old Awakened could still easily deal with hundreds of mundanes.
