Inwardly, Uriel couldn't help but sigh.
Between the lines, he could read many of the things Ayah wasn't explaining.
From her status, to her relationship with the prince and the Chaos Tribe, and her time during the war.
He could almost feel the disarray brewing in her heart.
"Trapped?" he asked, his voice cutting through her laughter, which had been reigning for a few moments already.
He could tell she was spiraling.
Her bell-like laughter slowly came to a halt and she nodded, wiping the tears from her eyes.
"Yes."
She took a deep breath and ran a hand through her long lavender hair. She exhaled.
"In the past, before I was born, the Supreme Spirit used to be extremely present and active in our lives. But then, he died."
Uriel's heart skipped a beat.
"And a new one emerged. With the emergence of the new Spirit, the laws of the world changed, and a new generation of Sentinels was born, the generation of my ancestors."
