But the writer was there staring at him. Yes, there he was spawning an abnormal dose of energy.
Yet Ghaoul could sense something was wrong... the gods were up to something.
He would get the writer at a better time, Ghaoul decided and left the scene. He wasn’t afraid of the monk, but he wouldn’t achieve much without much energizer which was the evil and wickedness in the hearts of men. Of course, once his powers were unleashed from the medallion, he would be independent of all these inhibiting factors.
He would find a place to rest and eat. Then he would think like the gods who had locked him up. They must be unto something secretive, he was sure. Secrets such as why the writer had suddenly popped up from nowhere after being unavailable all these while. They were up to something and he m
