Chapitre 121: An old man (2)

"...I am the Herald."

Hex looked at the gardener with blank eyes. It took him a second to register. 

"You are the Herald?" It was unknown how many reveals a person could take in a short period but Hex was certain he surpassed whatever the number was. 

"I am the Herald," the gardener nodded, his eyes devoid of regret, fear, or mockery. The old man's eyes were clear and…filled with care.

"What. the. FUCK. you mean with you are the HERALD?!" All the emotions Hex suppressed inside him threatened to burst out. He had to grit his teeth and take deep breaths so that he didn't punch the man to death. He still held hope that there was some sort of misunderstanding between them. 

"Exactly what I am saying. I am the Herald of the Dawnbringers, the brains behind all the events so far." The gardener explained calmly and patiently. 

Bam!

Hex snapped. His mind blanked. All the emotions burst out. 

"Urg."

"Cough."