Chapter 207: Searching Thoughts


Chapter 207:


"Do you know anything about my father?"

The crucifix stepped closer, boots silent on the floating tile. The mist curled around him as he moved. The spires shifted again, their whispers returning—low, quiet, pressing at the edges of the Expanse like fog behind glass.

"I did search them," he said.

His voice remained steady, unyielding. The red veins under his skin glowed brighter, tracing down the sides of his face in soft, pulsing light.

"But anything about your father... seemed unimportant."
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