"I have been observing you for a long time,"
It spoke with neither warmth nor hatred. Just presence.
"...Akamir."
He didn't answer immediately. His grip on Sephrina tightened before he slowly let go. She stood beside him now, silent, pale, but alert.
The will of Kros didn't move forward.
It didn't need to.
It felt like everything else in the world had moved back.
"What do you want from me?" Akamir asked quietly, eyes never leaving hers.
The creature tilted its head as if she was almost curious.
"You walk in the body of a child but carry a soul older than it should be."
Akamir instinctively felt his skin crawl as her voice felt distant.
"…What do you mean?" He asked, though he already knew the answer.
"You know the answer."
Her voice echoed in layers, like whispers stacked on top of each other.
"Would you like for me to not ask about it?"
Sephrina tensed. Akamir raised his hand slightly, signaling her to stay calm.
