Zephyrus wiped the tears from the corner of his eye, his gaze carrying a mirthful light that hadn't been there before.
He slowly shook his head and turned toward the one thing present that he hadn't seen in Yula's memories:
Black, tar-like goo on the ground, giving off a pungent odor.
"Hmmm… Impurities… Did he finally awaken?" he mused lightly.
Leaving Yula's corpse, he stared at Menelaus' burnt, skeletal face, silently appreciating how a child could come up with something so brutal.
"To think he's still so young," he muttered with a shake of his head.
"Now to find you…"
He rose from his crouched position, not even bothering to read Menelaus' memories, and headed deeper inside—toward the tunnels leading to the living quarters.
It would be a useless endeavor as he wouldn't find anything through memory-reading. It was better to just search for it himself.
