Chapitre 65: Chocolate or Cake?

Jovana approached the room where Falcon was kept. The clock was ticking, and the guard was still there. 'I need to act quickly before someone else decides to swing by and ruin my plan.'

Once again, Jovana reached for the secret pocket under her skirt and took out a vial of Omen. She looked at the vial, nervous, before spilling a few drops from the big wall-mounted chandelier that lit the corner of the corridor. As the heat of the flame diffused the serendipity into the air, Jovana held her breath and waited. 'Come on! Come on! Come on! Breathe, inhale all you can,' Jovana mused, her eyes fixed on the guard as she held her breath.

'Come on… I can't take it anymore.' When Jovana was about to take a deep breath, the guard finally moved. "Who's there?" He drew his sword and walked down the corridor in the opposite direction.

The Omen serendipity caused hallucinations and paranoid instincts. The guard was chasing only illusions in his own mind.