FortuneCraft in Apocalypse

Timothy

It was Timothy.

Draven drew back and raised his sword in defense He didn’t know how he knew it was Timothy, considering that he’d never seen the man before. However, every hair on his body stood and stold him that this was the man. No other person could sneak up on him so easily and have such strong aura. Matter of fact, he didn’t even see the man coming. It was almost like he’d been watching him from a time away and then materialized himself where Draven was.

Draven began to look for a reason why this man with the strong presence could be Timothy. As the man approached him again, he held his sword strongly in his arms and relaxed his muscles. There must be something… well, apart from the fact that he had a strong aura and he recognized him as Draven, there was a fiery burnt mark at the side of his face, like his face had been in a romantic dance with fire.

Wait a minute…

Diane had performed the ritual two days ago. Draven and Leo never asked her the exact concept of the ritual bit it