The Refuge of Fate

Chapter 59 - Deja Vu

'Fenrir?' Asher thought as he saw the man – no, boy who only looked like a few years older than them stand near the garden's fountain and was watching the flowers surrounding it. It was his first time seeing Silas in this world of dreams and it was already a huge surprise for him.

However, seeing the creature who terrorized the Taron Kingdom in the real world as if it was a playground for the shadows that he held within, he could not believe what he was seeing.

"Do you know him?" Silas asked beside him and Asher turned to look at the young sovereign.

Silas, too, was looking at the mysterious person they had found lying beside the road that was full of injuries.

"I... No..." Asher responded.

Truthfully, he does know Fenrir by some things alone.

He was the man who destroyed Taron Kingdom's palace with a single shadow that took both the headmaster and the king's efforts to defeat.

He was also the man who was powerful enough to invade an entire empire alone with no one else but his shadows and almost successfully conquer it if it weren't for Silas intervening in the real world.

Fenrir... He was the man who took Silas away from the kingdom back then.

Now that Asher had thought about it...

He was interacting with Silas all those times before.

'He said it was right after the incident at the town square when he transferred in Pier's body, right?' He recalled what Silas had revealed unto him back at the garden of the palace.

So right from the moment Pier started acting differently, it was another person all along.

"You seem to know him with how your eyebrows rose in recognition, your highness." His thoughts were interrupted by Silas' statement.

Indeed, there were only a few differences between the Silas of this dream and the Silas of the real world.

The only difference was how they were brought up.

The one in the real world had experienced so many unfortunate things that he himself had succumbed to the darkness and turned out to be the villain of the world.

The one beside him was a keen, observant, yet extremely powerful mage at such a young age that his name was being recoiled all around the continent like bullets flying every second.

Could that even be called a difference? Asher thought. The one in the real world was extremely powerful as well and was also keen and observant.

Shivers unintentionally ran down his spine when he thought about Silas Gregory of the real world.

'Is this really the Silas I know in the real world if things had been different?' He inquired particularly to no one. He could not even fathom how a man like Silas Gregory had acquired the reigns of the continent's war in his hands in the real world as if it were a game he was playing.

'No, they're the same.' His conclusions were going back and forth.

The Silas in this dream's heart simply wasn't filled with hatred and rage that he was still laying down.

'Soon, a time will come that this Silas in front of me will be similar to the Silas of the real world.' He couldn't deny it. Normally, he could feel the power of a person whether it'd be by strength or magic with his abilities as the future successor of the throne. However, he could not feel an ounce of Silas' magic.

This simply meant that either Silas had no magic at all or it was so overwhelming that his senses could not identify its peak.

The obvious answer would be the latter.