'It's not yet time…'
Ruth and the other four were concealing the truth from Enkrid. Well, it was all because Enkrid was still too weak… They had to guide him for now.
From her pouch, Ruth drew out a small, black mask etched with faint runes she had created.
She handed it to Enkrid.
"Wear this. It will change your face. No one will recognize you as long as you don't remove it yourself..."
Enkrid hesitated, but when he placed it over his features, the runes glowed faintly. He had no idea that such an item could actually exist.
It seemed that these adventurers managed to find some mystical relics that bore powers he had never heard of.
"It feels nice…" Enkrid commented as he felt the cold mask seeping into his face.
Soon, his reflection in the polished steel of Jericho's sword changed.
It even startled him! His face had shifted seamlessly, looking natural, as though he were someone else entirely.
"This…"
