“Who the hell are you? Another Lich?” Aaron pointed his Naginata at the withered old man.
Seeing Aaron’s threatening gesture, the man put his hands up and pleaded, “I mean no harm. Your friends know me.” His gaze shifted from Aaron to Zach and he spoke in a low and almost jarring tone. “I only want to help. Let me fix my mistakes.”
“He’s not a foe,” Zach said, putting his arm on Aaron’s tensed shoulder.
“You know him?” Aaron asked, slowly lowering his weapon, but keeping his eyes glued to the stranger.
“I think you know him too,” Zach replied. “He is that guy who went missing 2 years ago. The genius whose blogs you used to follow with so much dedication.”
The sudden realisation that this man was the same one Aaron used to admire so much, shook him to the core. His face was so differe
