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“So do you think it was Unzoku that did this?” Gary asked.The three of them hadn’t seen Galdark since he said he needed to focus and find a few things out himself. They imagined he was deciding whether to confront Jack directly or to investigate the truth about the vampires, trying to see if their claims matched anything he could confirm on his own. Still, the whole situation was weighing heavily on Gary’s mind, and he knew they needed to talk about it. So out in the training field, the three of them sat far away from the others, pretending to simply watch the drills taking place.
“I think it’s possible,” Kai answered. “We don’t know the limitations of his abilities, and we don’t know how deep his involvement runs. But if you ask me whether he directly caused this, the answer is probably no. For the way things are now, between the vampires and the Werewolves, I don’t think Unzoku would have allowed the vampires to get this far. Not with the influence they eventually have.”
Kai leaned back on his hands, staring out across the field as Werewolves trained with wooden weapons, completely unaware of the conversation happening a few meters away.
“But,” he continued, “there is a good chance he’s involved. And there’s a good chance that this situation is the catalyst that starts the fights between them. What I am sure about, though, is that we do nothing.”
“Are you serious?” Gary replied, almost offended by how casually Kai said it.
“I am. I know it’s hard. I know everything feels real, and it probably is real, but it’s already happened. I doubt anything we do will actually change our world. If the medallion truly wanted us to change things, then it wouldn’t have suppressed our powers.”
Kai’s eyes narrowed, remembering every moment they had been forced to fight without their true strength.
“It would’ve let us intervene,” he said. “It would’ve allowed us to make an impact. But we’ve already met several people in this world who are stronger than the suppressed versions of us. They are the key players here. I think it’s clear it wants us to see something, and the system is just guiding us along the path.”
“Then why get us to choose a side if we won’t make an impact?” Lupus asked.
“Because the system itself is probably limited,” Kai said. “It needed a way to make sure we saw both sides of what was happening. But it probably had no way of knowing whether we would meet Steven’s group first or Jack’s group first. So it used that choice to keep us moving, to make sure we didn’t just stay in one place.”
He looked between them.
“As I said, it’s unlikely our involvement will lead to anything. Do you really think that even if all three of us chose to help Steve and his pack, that we could help them win?”
The answer was obvious. Having seen the raw strength of the Werewolves in this era, and having witnessed the force of nature Jack alone seemed to be, the three of them knew their strength was insignificant in comparison while suppressed.
“I know you want to tell them what vampires are,” Kai said. “You want to warn them about what might happen in the future. But it doesn’t help with the current situation either. We just have to wait and let things play out.”
“So you mean you’ve decided?” Lupus said. “You think we should join Jack’s side? See what the next part of the quest is?”
“As I said,” Kai replied, “I don’t think it’s actually a choice. More like an illusion to push us forward. And out of the two options, we’ll have an easier time staying with Jack’s side while observing what really happens.”
Gary clenched both of his fists tightly. Images flashed in his mind, a showdown between Jack and Steve, the packs fighting each other, bloodshed erupting all around them. If they ended up witnessing Steve’s pack fall, could he really stand there and do nothing? Even if this world wasn’t their own, even if it was already written... would he be able to watch people he had trained with die?
Gary wasn’t sure. And he felt that if things reached that point, he would fight, no matter what Kai said, if it meant preventing two Werewolves from tearing each other apart.
Meanwhile, Galdark was in the main room where Jack usually worked. He stood in silence, pacing around the room slowly, his eyes wandering over the stacks of notes, maps, and documents. His mind was full, heavy with unanswered questions.
How did those three know about this “disease”? Was it something they had learned while traveling with Steve’s pack? Something from the villages they claimed to have come from? Or something even stranger?
These questions looped in his thoughts, but he had been able to confirm one thing after another. Jack really had visited the hospital every day. And others really had only seen Jack’s wife at night. The pieces lined up disturbingly well.
So there was only one thing left to do.
“Are you going to say something?” Jack eventually asked. He was seated at his desk, quill in hand, but not writing. “You said you had important questions, but you’ve just been walking around. It’s hard for me to concentrate.”
Galdark stopped pacing. He turned, slowly, until he faced Jack fully.
His voice softened.
“I’m sorry,” Galdark said. “I’m sorry for not realizing how much burden you’ve been carrying on your shoulders... I know about your wife, I know about Lilly.”
Jack’s hand froze above the paper. His breath caught. For just an instant, the mask he wore every day cracked.
And in that moment, Galdark saw the pain he had been hiding.