Owen froze in front of the man. It was probably the instinctive fear that a creature feels when facing an absolute predator.
The strange man wearing a half-mask reminded Owen of the enormous sea beast he had once encountered in the mountains.
-Owen. Lower your stance and hold your breath. So that it doesn’t notice us.
His father’s hand pressing down on Owen’s head, wary of the sword-toothed bear that emitted threatening low frequencies with every breath.
Even his father, whom he thought was the greatest hunter in the world, could only bow his head and wait quietly for the fearsome predator to pass.
-Why is the one who should be dead walking around fine?
Above all, what the man said. It was familiar to Owen in a different sense. His parents used to repeat something like this habitually whenever Owen was about to forget.
-If it weren’t for Bart that day, your mother wouldn’t have been able to give birth to you safely. All of this is thanks to the Lord’s protection. So, Owen, never forget to be grateful in everything.
Who is this guy? How does he…