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The number he had seen with his own eyes.
"Ninety-nine thousand."
Sekhmet's stomach turned cold.
"If this man is too high for me to read, that means…"
His gaze flicked to the cloaked figure again, just a fraction.
"Higher than ninety-nine thousand."
"Higher than a half-god."
Sekhmet swallowed.
"So he is a god."
The thought sat in his skull like a stone. In Null, gods were not rare. But being close to one without knowing their mood was like standing next to a sleeping beast and hoping it didn't dream of eating you.
Sekhmet forced himself to look away.
He kept his face calm.
Lily didn't notice his internal storm, but she noticed his silence.
"What," she asked quietly.
Sekhmet shook his head slightly.
"Nothing," he said.
Bat Bat sniffed the air and whispered, "Cloak man smells scary."
Sekhmet hissed, "Stop smelling dangerous people."
Bat Bat blinked.
"I smell everything," it argued.
They reached the inspection point.
