Elias's glow pulsed, slower now. Stronger. Something had clicked.
He floated in silence for a beat, then spoke again—this time with a weight behind it.
"And me slicing my shard in half… was your opportunity, is that right?"
His glow trembled as he asked, the words pulling something heavy from inside. The ache of Kikaru's absence. The hollow throb of Dot's stillness. It all pressed down on the edges of his soul.The godless crucifix tilted his head, silver eyes narrowing as he regarded Elias's soul. The faint smile returned—not mocking, just quiet calculation behind ancient eyes. His voice came low and resonant, the same deep hum that always seemed to twist the air as he spoke, bending the corridor around him with unseen pressure.
"Yes," he said, no hesitation behind the word. "No offense to you in particular… but I was more after the creature you call Dot's—and the shard she was tied to."
