~Mass Release started.
"No one has found the body, then," Ren murmured to herself, her voice barely rising to a whisper. "Or someone made sure he'd survive."
The puzzle pieces were aligned with this mystery, too perfectly. Yet the sorcerers hadn't moved to ignite another war. Was it a weakness? No, not likely. If Ren had to choose, she'd wager on the second possibility: hidden hands, manipulating each thread from the shadows. Victor could be another pawn.
"Are the witches trying to bring back Nimoieth?"
The question burst from Ren's lips before she could stop it, slicing through the silence like a knife.
"Yes," Agara responded, his voice calm, but his eyes clouded with something darker. "But they need a host. A strong body that can hold her power without burning alive. She may have lost her flesh, but her spirit… her spirit remains untouched."
A cold twist coiled in Ren's gut.
