Chapter 87: Mother’s Embrace
I opened my strained eyes, blinking rapidly as the blinding golden light gradually faded. My vision was a blur of radiant afterimages, the world slowly sharpening into focus.
The first thing I saw made me freeze.
A man sat upon an intricately carved throne-like chair, his posture relaxed, head resting against a raised hand. His hair was obsidian black, sleek and gleaming under the ambient light, while his eyes—scarlet and piercing—met mine with a knowing glint. His features... they were sharp, elegant, eerily familiar.
He was a spitting image of me—or perhaps it was the other way around.
Varek Sanguis. Einar’s father.
He didn’t radiate an overwhelming presence like Ness or Ebon. There was no soul-crushing aura, no oppressive force pressing down on me. Instead, he felt... human. Strangely grounded.
His crimson gaze lingered on me for a few seconds before a smirk curled on his lips.
"You’re not possessed," he said, voice smooth and casual. "Good for you."
Possessed? Then the realization struck. Laura. She had snitched on me. Claimed I was overtaken by an evil entity after seeing the changes in me. The letter he sent had been blunt—he wanted to confirm the truth for himself.
Now it made sense.
Varek straightened from his throne and stood, vanishing in the blink of an eye and reappearing right in front of me.