Silence filled the crypt; pure, suspense-building silence. The yellow return portal was the only noise, a thrumming that vibrated on the ground.
Lewis took another step back, his boots crunching on the shattered stained glass. He looked at the Basilisk Blade still gripped tightly in Percival's right hand, its dark steel drinking in the portal's light.
"You're... you're scaring me, Percival," Lewis stammered, his voice thin and trembling.
"Stop the pretense, Lewis," Percival said, cold, detached and uncaring. "I gave you the power of sight. Do you think I did not know the consequences of that?"
He narrowed his blue eyes. "Do you think I wouldn't know the secrets an open eye would be revealed to?"
Lewis froze. The blood drained completely from his face, leaving him pale and ghastly.
No further words needed to be spoken. He knew what Percival was talking about, and Percival knew that he knew.
The two Soul Cores.
