The Emperor's Omega Is An Extra-Chapter 78: Shadow

Arren’s vision became blurred, and he was about to collapse; fortunately, his father immediately noticed and supported him.

"Son? What happened?" His father asked him, and with a little panic in his tone, he knew the Duke had asked him. And Arren wanted to answer, but he couldn’t.

He massaged the space between his brows; he was still dizzy and felt as though his surroundings were spinning, and he imagined himself falling from a high place even though it was clear that he was standing firmly on the floor.

What was happening? He couldn’t understand why he suddenly got dizzy. He was totally fine earlier. Was he hungry? Arren was certain that wasn’t the reason, so perhaps anemia?

He shut his eyes and calmed himself so as to stop the dizziness. Arren was aware that Spade also discovered his condition; he got a new supporter holding him. The alpha’s voice also resounded in his ears.

"He’s shaking, why?" Arren managed to hear from the alpha; even his father became worried and grasped his hand.

Arren didn’t know—was he trembling? Why couldn’t he feel it? Wait... he pressed his lips together, or at least tried to, and he only realized that even his lips were trembling as if in cold. Why? Am I afraid? From... what and who?

He opened his eyes, and the dizziness had slightly abated, and he was already leaning on someone’s chest, and he knew it was Spade. Arren could hear the fast heartbeat of the alpha. He seemed really nervous to have a heartbeat like this.

Even his father’s hands were cold; he held his hands tightly. Arren knew that the commotion on their side had already started to be noticed by others. He wanted to speak; however, his lips were trembling so badly that it was impossible to do so!

He also didn’t know what was going on! What was the trigger for his body to become like this? At least, his chest wasn’t aching, or he might be suspecting his heart condition has come back to haunt him again.

Arren lifted his head in difficulty and looked at his father amidst his blurred vision, and then at Spade, but he could only catch a glimpse of his jaw.

The image in his eyes wasn’t clear, and yet it was enough. Arren’s eyes became dazed, and his eyes weren’t blinking at all! And for a moment, he thought... wow, it was deja vu. And that was the last thing he thought before he became unconscious.

-

-

The intense dizziness faded, but Arren was still a bit groggy. He opened his eyes, and he frowned upon seeing the familiar banquet hall in front of him.

However, unlike earlier, it was silent, and the atmosphere was slightly eerie. He roamed his eyes around, and there was no one else there besides him.

The place retained everything aside from the lively and crowded ambiance. Arren already suspected that he was in a dream. As he had already experienced the same thing twice, he wasn’t that afraid.

Arren noticed, though, that it was different from the first two times, as this wasn’t a memory he was relieving; it seemed only to be a vivid dream. He strolled around and then stopped at the table where Spade and the Duke were seated.

It was truly a replica of the banquet hall; even the plates were there. He observed the table and had become somewhat bored after a few minutes; he didn’t know what he was doing there!

However, as he lifted his head, he was stunned to see that there was already an outline of the shadow sitting in one of the seats! Arren knitted his brows; it was totally creepy but he didn’t get scared, only surprised as it appeared out of nowhere.

"Who are you?" He asked, it might not be a good thing to talk to this creepy thing but there was no one else there besides the two of them, and as he stared at the shadow, it wasn’t really scary. It was an outline of a shadow but still the shape of a human.

The shadow didn’t answer for a while, and Arren already had the thought that the shadow couldn’t speak. However, it answered him and talked.

"I don’t know," it said, its tone monotonous and as if only an echo in Arren’s mind; it was a bit uncomfortable to the ears. But perhaps that was the point—it was supposed to communicate in his mind rather than the ears.

"You don’t know who you are?" Arren became curious because of this answer. In any case, he didn’t know how long he would be in this place, so he might as well talk to this shadow.

The shadow nodded its head; the response was now more timely than the first time.

"Why you didn’t know? Do you have memory loss?" he asked the shadow, being serious for some reason.

"I don’t know," the shadow said again, and Arren furrowed his brows. Was the shadow only able to say ’I don’t know’ and nothing else?

He tested his conjecture and asked something that probably wouldn’t be answered by that same thing again.

"Can’t you say something else other than I don’t know?" Arren stared closely at the shadow, wondering how it would answer his question.

However, it didn’t answer. Was it offended by his question? or really couldn’t speak something else?

So, he still tried to ask it, and perhaps he could discover its identity.

"What are you doing here?" He didn’t give up and inquired again.

And to his surprise, the shadow did answer him.

"I’m waiting for someone,"

Arren’s eyes brightened; the shadow could say something else! His interest was piqued by this shadow, and Arren became immersed in talking to it.

"Who are you waiting for?" he asked with much interest, having already seated himself in one of the seats beside the shadow.

"I don’t know," the shadow answered like this again. However, Arren now knew that it really didn’t know the answer. He also noticed that the shadow was like a machine in answering the questions.

He still asked a few questions, but all the answers were the same: I don’t know.

Arren sighed and was rather bored; this shadow was like a blank sheet of paper; all he knew was that he was waiting for someone, but who that was or what its purpose was, it didn’t know!

As a few hours passed, the shadow suddenly spoke, stunning Arren.

"Why are you here?" it asked him.

Arren cocked his head and frowned; he also didn’t know why he was in that place.

"I don’t know," he answered; suddenly, he thought something didn’t feel quite right. He was answering the shadow’s answers like how it answered him. However, he truly didn’t know!

"Are you waiting for someone?" The shadow’s tone was slightly more humane but still monotonous.

"I don’t know," Arren answered, and for some reason, they switched places. But after he answered, he was confused. Why he answered that he didn’t know, he should say no. But, he wasn’t certain either... He wasn’t waiting for someone, right?

He couldn’t think deeply as the shadow asked him again. frёeweɓηovel.coɱ

"Who are you?"

Arren opened his mouth to answer since the question was too easy. But then, he frowned. Who was he again? He thought hard about the answer.

The shadow wasn’t in a hurry either and waited for his response. He really knew the answer! Then why couldn’t he answer? Did he truly not know?

He stayed like that for hours and suddenly sighed; it seemed he also didn’t know.

"I don’t—" Arren paused, his mouth stopped as his eyes widened. Right! He finally remembered! How could he forget who he was? Perhaps because of this shadow messing up his mind with its I don’t know.

He laughed, and the confusion faded.

"I know who I am. My name is... Arren."

And as soon as he answered, Arren suddenly yawned and became sleepy. Gradually he closed his eyes, and because of it, he failed to notice. The shadow in front of him suddenly became slightly clearer, and although the appearance was still hazy... it was clearly Arren’s face.