A rare moment appeared in the dim cave. The light emitted by Silver Shadowman lit up the place.
"Wake them up...?"
Thales leaned against the wall of the cave and panted. After some serious consideration while he remained vigilant of his surroundings, he gave up on almost every action to fight back. Silver Shadowman was obviously not someone he could deal with.
The teenage boy asked, puzzled. "Who are 'they'?"
Silver Shadowman gazed intently at him in the light with eyes so black that they looked like there was nothing inside.
"Them."
Silver Shadowman was still speaking in the Western Peninsula's common language, which was not very old, with a Northland accent.
His facial profile moved delicately under the illumination of the sparkling light, making him almost appear like a real person who was speaking. It was rather strange.
"You saw them, those homeless souls of the deceased. The outcasts that hover between life and death."
