Hearing Clyde's words, Morvius actually froze even after what he said earlier.
It wasn't just what the man said, but how he said it. He waa calm and casual as if the destruction of the Bureau, this entire domain that Morvius had spent tjousand of years fortifying, was nothing more than an errand.
There was no hint of doubt in him and that certainty stabbed into Morvius's heart make him feel chilling cold.
For a brief second, Morvius forgot how to breathe.
But Clyde didn't stop there.
He continued, stating that he knew that Morvius knows where he came from. He said it with quiet assurance of someone who already knew the outcome of the game before the pieces had even been moved.
And with that, Morvius's heart dropped.
He hadn't told anyone. The file on Clyde's origin was locked behind the highest clearance levels, known only to the innermost circle of the Bureau.
