Niian remained with his arms dangling, unable to react to Morok’s behaviour. This stupid-looking kid couldn’t be responsible for the death of his Corypheus! Agounia, still at his side, eventually stepped forward, as if to protect his counterpart.
“We’re not here to have fun, Morok. The situation is serious.”
“Stop, you always have to freak out for nothing! He picked his nose with his little finger, his whole face smiling, and wiped it on his jeans before resuming. “ You don’t seem to remember me, my little Niian.”
Death winced, as if stung by an insect. No, he had no recollection and he started to imagine that this whole story was just a big set-up. After all, he must have had more than one enemy. What if Agounia and Morok were in cahoots? The hypothesis, although a little far-fetched,
