Godfire: The Split Soul-Chapter 159: Blade Dance

"So which room has he been locked in?" Lena asked, folding her arms across her chest, unknowingly stretching the fabric of her blouse tight across her shoulders.

"By the way, what’s your name? Seems I’ve been following someone I don’t even know who he is."

"Don’t worry. There is no need to know my name." His voice echoed in a dry tone, followed by a thin smile that stretched across his lips. "You will explode when I say it, so let’s keep it buried."

He giggled in an eerie tone.

’What the hell?!’ Lena’s mind recoiled as a cold trickle traced down her spine. ’Well, let me keep my distance, then.’

Her heels clicked in an uneven rhythm on the stone floor, maintaining about five feet of distance between her and the man.

She inhaled the damp, rocky taste of the air slowly through her mouth and nose, fixing her gaze on the man’s back.

"He’s in this one." The man said, halting before a door.

This was no ordinary door. It was one with thick, crusted lines that formed a triangle painted in rust-colored strokes.

He turned, swept his gaze over Lena’s face, then fixed it back on the door. With a single press at the center of the triangle, a sound popped.

Click.

Metal clicking echoed loudly as the mechanism thudded within the wall. With a sigh of compressed air, the door swung inward, adding a tangy taste to the air.

Cough. Cough. Cough.

Loud, ragged coughs, accompanied by dust, echoed from within.

Lena’s heart stuttered and sank in her chest, and she took a step backward. She swallowed hard, then stepped closer, peering past the man’s shoulder.

Though the man was short, almost dwarf-like, she still moved forward.

Inside, the opened door revealed a nightmare cell. Jagged knives were embedded in the door, the floor beneath it, and the walls, arranged in the shape of a human.

Only a tiny space remained for a person to fit. Even then, a single movement would let blood seep out. For fat and chubby people, it would have either slimmed them down or killed them instantly.

But within that tiny space, Kai stood there, neither trembling nor sweating. His hands hung loosely at his sides, his face tilted slightly upward as if studying the jagged ceiling.

His bare skin—from throat to ribs to thighs—was just a centimeter away from the tips of the gleaming blades.

"Come out," the man instructed, his voice echoing flatly.

Kai turned his head, his blue and red eyes blinking with dissatisfaction. With a calm that shocked even the man, he simply stepped forward.

He slid through the narrow pathway as if the knives were an illusion, stopping outside, not a single scratch on his skin.

A faint smile touched his lips. "Aunty Lena."

Lena’s composure broke when she saw the smile on Kai’s face. She tilted her gaze from Kai to the room he had just exited and back to him, as if he were a ghost.

"Have you seen what your actions have brought you?" she screamed at him, her voice echoing like a blast.

"Aunt, don’t be mad at me. The guy started the fight first." Kai interrupted quickly. "I didn’t even do anything to him, I only dodged."

He exhaled sharply, then moved past the strange man as if he were merely a piece of furniture.

The man’s jaw tightened. "Have some sense of respect for your aunt. If not for her, you would have spent days in here." He cast a fierce look at Kai.

’If you want, let me stay here the rest of my life. I don’t give a fuck about that.’ Mad thoughts reeled in Kai’s mind, but he maintained a calm expression.

He clasped his palms together, then bowed slightly.

As they exited from the down-blow, Lena didn’t say a word, and Kai didn’t ask anything.

He walked behind Lena and the strange man, smiling.

When they finally reached the outside of the witch-like building, the man stayed behind, waving at them.

Kai followed Lena to her BMW as if the two of them shared an unspoken grudge. He slid into the back seat, then lowered his head.

Lena sat in the driver’s seat, sighed for two minutes, then started the engine. She drove off the Vamus College grounds at a speed that even shocked herself.

Kai saw Black standing by his taxi but had no chance to wave or speak to him.

The city’s landscape reeled past the window in a blur. Kai stared at his own reflection in the glass, then leaned his head on it, closing his eyes.

As soon as the car halted in the parking lot of the estate—Lena’s own—she killed the engine, then sat in silence for another two minutes.

Then she turned and fixed a sharp gaze on Kai.

"You need to stop that behavior." She paused, her heart rising and falling. "Here is not like Gilgal Village. Or Bion City."

Her mouth remained open as she watched the sudden change in Kai’s expression.

Kai closed his eyes for a brief second, then, without a word, opened the door at his side and got out. She swung the door shut and walked straight toward the man.

Lena watched him go, her fingers still gripping the steering wheel as frustration settled over her.

Inside the mansion, Kai walked into his room, then locked the door. He moved from the door and threw himself hard onto the bed. Slam.

Through the window he never closed, the late afternoon breeze blew three dry leaves upward and into his room.

The leaves danced, then landed on the bed—one by his head, one by his hip, and the last one at his back.

After inhaling the air from the sweet breeze that seemed to suck at his face, he slammed his fist into the mattress. PAM.

At the four corners of his bed, Higris and the other shadowy beings stood as if comforting him spiritually.

Then, as the first tear seeped from Kai’s eyes after the names rang again—Gilgal Village, Bion City—a tiny piece of Higris’s form waved.

After hovering in the air, it dissipated like smoke. In a blink, all the shadowy beings began to vanish with every drop of tear from the boy’s reddened eyes.