"Your eldest brother has already told you the truth about the armor he and the others wear.. I was unfortunate enough to hear them being made.
I can still hear the crackle of the flames. The ringing of hammer against anvil… it all plays before my ears as clearly as you are hearing me now."
For the first time since appearing, Eir'Vael looked rattled by something. Their posture became noticeably more tense and rigid.
But more than anything, they seemed haunted.
"I-If everything you said is true, then how is it possible that you are here, right now??" Nila questioned. "Y-You're supposed to be sealed or whatever!"
"And indeed I am." Eir'Vael nodded. "My body rests deep within what humanity calls the Black Depths."
Solomon tensed up at the mention of the place. Something that did not escape Raizel's notice.
"The reason I am here right now, the reason I can do anything at all, is that, as time went by and my binding seal weakened, I have learned how to project myself.
