“Illian Nikado?”
“Illian Nikado.”
The name swept over town. It was spoken with varying degrees of contempt, praise and curiosity; tossed lightly from one person to another, appearing at the start of a scornful growl only to disappear again at the tail-end of a besotted sigh.
Despite all of these different entangled opinions, however, one might very well be able to find a common thread underlying it all given a close enough look.
Closer.
Closer.
There.