Dean Morton : The Paupers' Guardian Angel

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After waiting for some time, Namsqeem emerges from the black gemstone. Still in his shadowy form, he examines the situation around him.

“You finally call me after five years,” he says. “I thought you would be in great danger. But, what’s this?”

“Not me, but my son,” says Dean.

“You have a son?” utters Namsqeem, glancing at Mary for a moment before giving a silly chuckle. “Well, congratulations to you! You’ve become the wife of someone who befriends evil spirits. So, what kind of help do you expect from me?”

“I need to see this man’s recent memory,” says Dean, hinting about the one soldier, who is still sitting on the ground while looking so stupid staring at Namsqeem.

“Sure!”

Namsqeem seeps into the man’s body. And soon, that man talks with Namsqeem’s voice, reaching out his hand to Dean.

“Come! Let’s dig into his memory!”

And so, Dean holds the man’s hand, and his body is suddenly petrified. Dastan immediately gets away from Dean and that soldier, as he notices a few sparks of lightn