The Administrator

Chapter 6.3 - History Revealed

Our path starts to become narrower as we move further inside.

There is not a single air vent inside those stone walls, but it is cooler compared to outside.

Our walk comes to a halt when Drake stops in front of a door and says, "This is it, kid."

The door is aligned with different panels of wood and tightened with some nails. Compared to the entrance door, this one is lacking in elegance.

Drake opens it, its loud creaks reverberate throughout the stone walls, while a bubble of smoke comes out to greet us.

I cough and try not to inhale the tobacco scent, but Drake is as nonchalant as ever.

The inside of the room is practically empty except for a table at the end of the room with kinds of stuff lying around.

Another thing that I notice is the huge hammer that is resting on the side of the wall. It is so huge, and I know that only a monster could even lift something like this, let alone fight with it.

And that monster is just standing up ahead, with his back turned, looking outside of the window.

A cigar is hanging out of his mouth, puffing smoke outside at regular intervals. His physique is enormous; even more than the orcs I've seen earlier, and white hair is hanging down his back. His presence is simply staggering.

"Master," Drake announces.

But the man in front doesn't look back; his eyes fixated outside the window.

"Where is Marcus?" the man asks, a cloud of smoke awakened under his breath.

"Still in Dreamland. Said that there's more important stuff to get here first,"

The Master seems intrigued, his huge figure slowly tilting sideways to look at us before turning back completely. His white beard is woven intricately, and his eyes look like they are glowing in a silver shade.

He slowly moves his enormous hands to grab the cigar and takes it out of his mouth before taking a good puff. 

Taking a good look at me he says, "And that is this boy?"

Drake gently pats on my back and says, "Show him the mark."

I nod my head and go onto show the weird mark on my chest. The moment he gazes upon it, his silver eyes grow wide. A wave of astonishment strikes his face, and the cigar falls on the floor with a dull thud.

He comes closer to me, each step leaving shockwaves on the floor.

"Is this real?", He asks, still looking at the mark.

"That's what Marcus wanted to know as well. That's why he sent him here," Drake replies, crossing his arms.

"It is impossible. It must be. Never in my life I thought I would see this," his eyes gleaming like a child who got his long-lost toy.

But their conversation doesn't amuse me much.

"Hey, if you have something to say to me, just say it and don't play riddle between you both."

The master is surprised. He retracts his head back and looks down at me in surprise.

"Boy, you are an Avatar, and you are asking me?"

"Like I asked before, what is Avatar?", I grumble.

"Yeah, we got a problem boss. It seems like the little all-knowing here doesn't know anything about this stuff," Drake reports as he looks at us awkwardly.

Master rubs his long beard. "Is it? That's most intriguing indeed. But no matter, I will explain it to you." He moves closer to the wall beside him. He says, "Come with me, child," and pushes the wall.