Chapter 60 Don't come near my mother!

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The word hung between them. Confirmation. Proof. Another soul. Another traveller. "Indeed," he whispered. "Someone who remembers silicon circuits. Digital networks. Global communication." "Wait, what did you say?" Nora got up, startled. "You heard me right. You are a reincarned soul, aren't you?" Realisation dawned on her face and was soon replaced by a horror. She quickly put on her guard, and she pulled out a dagger and pointed at him, "What are you talking about?" "Come on, don't be like that." "And you?" Nora's eyes were intense now. "Where did you... come from?" "From the states. Early twenty-first century," Jolthar disclosed. "You?" "Middle east. Similar timeframe," she responded. "You don't need to be so afraid of me, you know. I have known for a while, but I wanted to confirm after I talked to you." Nora put down her dagger, and she looked at Jolthar with a contemplated look. She still wasn't sure about him, but she asked, "How many years had it been?" "Enough to settle myself here," Jolthar replied casually. "But how did you know?" She was still confused about how she found out about her.Nôv(el)B\\jnn "Well, you can say it's a special talent given to me." Nora looked sceptical. "How did you end up in this world?" "We will talk about those parts later if we trust each other enough." "But first," Jolthar said, his tone shifting. "Have any... entities contacted you? Gods, spirits, divine beings making specific requests or offering strange guidance?" Nora narrowed her eyes, clearly unconvinced, but she didn't press further. "Good. Just remember, if you so much as look at her the wrong way, I'll kill you myself." With that, she turned on her heel and stormed off, her indignation trailing behind her like a storm cloud. Jolthar watched her retreating figure, shaking his head with a chuckle. *** Jolthar made his way back through the dimly lit hallways, his boots clicking faintly against the cold stone floor. The faint hum of distant music reached his ears as he ascended the steps to his quarters. The melodies, slow and haunting, carried a seductive allure that seemed to echo through the walls. He frowned, curious about the source. Torchlight flickered against weathered granite walls, casting elongated shadows that danced and wavered with each step he took. Looking in the direction of the source, he noticed a faint golden light spilling from the gap between the doors. Involuntarily, he moved towards the door. Through the narrow opening, a scene unfolded that seemed to exist in an entirely different world. The room was a study in decadence and sensuality. Soft, undulating music drifted through the air - a melody that seemed to float between reality and dream, played by unseen musicians. Rich tapestries in deep crimson and burnished gold covered the walls, their intricate patterns telling stories of forgotten conquests and ancient desires. At the centre of this opulent tableau lay the Baroness. She reclined on a massive plush mattress, its surface covered in silk and velvet of the most luxurious textures. Around her, like living sculptures, were women - some draped across the mattress, others positioned in artful poses that seemed more like a living painting than mere human arrangement. Their bodies were a canvas of pale skin, some adorned with delicate jewellery that caught the soft candlelight, others completely bare. The Baroness herself was a vision of predatory elegance. Unlike her companions, she was partially dressed - a translucent silk robe that revealed more than it concealed, clinging to her body like a second skin. A goblet of deep red wine dangled from her elegant fingers, the liquid within moving with each subtle movement of her wrist. Her eyes - oh, her eyes. They were the first thing that truly captured Jolthar's attention. Not merely looking, but piercing. Dark. Knowing. They seemed to hold entire universes of secrets, of potential violence and seduction.

Chapter 60 Don't come near my mother!

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