No one dared to speak, all were waiting for Cynthia, and Cynthia's first words were—
"Ho ho ho, to have waited so long, what luck..." Cynthia's voice was as hoarse as the sound of sandpaper scraping, "Now... you can ask questions."
Hilov shrugged off Horn's hold on her shoulder, looked up, her furry wolf ears standing tall in alert: "Why didn't you come to the Holy Alliance to find me? There are weak points in the astral realm within the Holy Alliance, allowing you to make a brief stay."
"I can't get out, this world is too strange." Cynthia's amber eyes contracted slightly, "I am an astral being; leaving this underground palace, I would either completely dissipate or become spirit realm-ized, unable to maintain a physical form."
Horn and Hilov exchanged glances, finding confusion in each other's eyes.
