The figure did not answer right away after Myles spoke. But its entire form reacted a few seconds later. The void felt unstable as the shifting colors across its body trembled more violently and spread through the surrounding darkness as if his words had reached something deep within it.
That reaction did not feel random or uncontrolled. It carried a sense of acknowledgment, as if the answer Myles gave had already met whatever expectation this being held. That silent acceptance lingered in the space between them while the pressure of its presence grew heavier.
Myles remained where he stood with his fists still clenched as his breathing slowly steadied. Even though the storm inside him had not calmed at all because the anger, grief, and confusion continued to twist together.
