Eratz stood face to Kenny and the teachers.The dust settled around him, and the crowd erupted into hushed whispers.
"It's…?"
"The Pharaoh!"
"It's him… It's really him!"
Rowan, still holding Kenny back, muttered under his breath.
"Eratz…"
But the eyes of the man standing before him were way past a warm reunion. Eratz cracked his neck, his expression hard and unreadable.
"I've been trying to move on. To ignore all the crap I've lived here and focus on what matters. But people like you," he said, his eyes locking onto Kenny, "are too curious to know why I never fight back."
Kenny took an instinctive step back, his earlier confidence faltering under Eratz's gaze.
Eratz's tone didn't waver.
