Azrael's POV
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From the moment they faced the corrupted professors, he knew there was something horribly wrong afoot. The sigils they'd found on their necks—he recognised them all too well.
Imitations of the sigils the High One created to tap into the Vein. Very similar to the ones that usually appeared over Celeste's arms.
That was just the first sign.
When they arrived at the Crimson Expanse, he got that weird feeling in his stomach again. Those sigils wouldn't be so carved almost to perfection without help from the original creator and user.
Which means… The High One was actively aiding Amelia and the witch working with her. Which also meant—
—Those who have waited quietly in the cover of night for her arrival no longer had to stay hidden.
"So this is what the High One meant." One of the elongated shadows cackled, his voice resounding through the Expanse. "The reaper himself… bothering himself so much with mortal affairs."
