Zephaniah's Trick

“You’re the reaper!” There was conviction and anger in his voice.

Zephaniah racked her brains for the seer’s identity and remembered he’s named Stuart, a seer from the Masaque Empire who illegally crossed the border to join forces with Henry. They’re both about twenty-five years old and was branded a fugitive in their early twenties.

The Council was yet to know the reason why they’re collecting strings, but they guessed they just wanted to prolong their life. In case it’s something more, Zephaniah was also tasked to unravel it.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about!” She looked around the trees, squinting. She didn’t need to be a seer or a sensory Wielder to know that Stuart came to fetch her alone. It’s a brave feat considering the reputation Zephaniah had built.

Stuart’s midnight-black orbs flickered, yellowish threads circling the line of her irises up to the centermost part of it. At once, he’d seen Zephaniah running away with Stuart lying on th