Strangely, the dark room didn't have any walls, as if Sera's memory couldn't recall her surroundings to perfection. However, judging by how unimpressed Qinrir looked, this was pretty ordinary.
Sera gazed into the darkness beyond, since the Seed wasn't anywhere inside the room. Her golden-green eyes stared ahead, yet she saw nothing that could resemble the Seed.
"Uh... Sera... I told you that at some point, the Seeds will become stronger and that you'll know when to pay more attention..."
The Angel's head snapped towards Qinrir, who stared above without another word. She followed his gaze, and with a sharp intake of breath, she jumped backward. Dozens of dark tendrils pierced the ground where she stood moments prior.
She kept her eyes focused on the floating humanoid figure above. It had no expression and only barely resembled a human, but Sera felt pure malice oozing from the dark figure. Its hand moved around, the open air, like wriggling worms.
