And a week later...he showed up.
Aldia and I were sitting in our HQ since we had nothing to do and hours of free time. We went to the market, just to get something small to drink and eat.
After eating, we headed back to HQ and found him...
A man stood in a black overcoat. He wore a large, brimmed top hat and jet-black gloves. I took out my chronicle to rid him of any guns he might have.
Astoundingly, he carried no guns. Instead, he threw off his hat towards us and pulled out knives that were hidden everywhere in his clothes.
Like a maniac, he threw them at us, 3 at a time. I tried to rid him of his daggers via my chronicle, but it didn't work.
He launched into crazy laughter and said, "Hey, kids. I'm Alder. These knives have been manifested my a chronicle, which means they cannot be dispelled by another one. "
This was too dangerous. I scanned the room for Aldia, but at some point, she evanesced.
I pulled out my own knives and threw a few of them at 'Alder'. He didn't even bother dodging. The knives impaled him everywhere, but for some reason, they avoided his vital organs on purpose. As if they didn't want to kill him.
However, he was still injured. Blood trickled down his left arm and leg, his right hand's fingers, and even from his foot. But none of the injuries were fatal. He could use his chronicle to heal himself swiftly.
At this point, I was so desperate, I pulled out my gun that was hidden in my own overcoat. I aimed it at him and...
And I fired. However, it was not him who was shot...
I coughed up some blood. I looked down at my chest. Blood was spewing out of there. The bullet had just barely avoided my heart.
I barely managed to look at him...I coughed up some more blood, "But how?" That was all I was able to say before my vision swam, my ears started ringing and the world went black.
