[Gale's POV]
I let my fairy sight fade, the world snapping back into its ordinary, frustrating solidity. My gaze fell on the ridiculous fairy stuffed toy sitting on the chair beside the sleeping Ovelia. A cheap vessel for a priceless stone. A childish comfort for someone who had just witnessed hell.
"I only read about Thaumamorphs in the same forbidden, plagiarized text that mentioned the Flesh Hunters," I said, my voice flat. I looked at Ray, who was watching me with that unnerving, patient focus. "The entry was brief. It stated that Thaumamorphs are beings with both dark aura and dark mana flowing through them. That is the sum total of what I know." I spread my hands, an empty gesture. The admission of ignorance grated.
"Thaumamorphs and Flesh Hunters," Ace said slowly, thinking aloud. He hadn't taken his eyes off Ovelia, but his mind was clearly working. "Do you think they're related? The same organization, perhaps?"
