The Fate of The Reincarnated

33. Deadman

Roman walked toward a door, pushing it open and entering. He sat down on a chair within it, exhaling as he looked at a picture frame that lay on a countertop. He was currently a hundred sixty years old but due to the fact that he used a magic spell on himself to preserve his youth, he didn't feel a day over fifty.

Maybe he was selfish, his family and children had all died and he was still here. Sitting down on a chair and giving out orders, he inhaled slowly before exhaling again, who was he doing this for? Was it for himself or was it for Vancrest? He grabbed the photo, slowly caressing his fingers on it.

The door closed but it made no sound, he didn't hear the door close and neither did he hear the sound of wind blowing. Despite not hearing anything he knew that someone had entered his abode. "Are you here to kill me?" He asked and to his question, there was no response.

Roman waited a handful of seconds for a reply before sighing. "I know it's you, Tharne," Roman mentioned, droppin