Loopshard

“How are you able to activate the tavern without sitting on the chair?” Adam asked.

Mórrígan laughed. “You haven’t figured that out yet?”

She paused to look at the marble in her hand. Then she held it out so that it was right in front of his face.

“Do you even know what this is?”

“No.”

She laughed again. Then her expression became hard as stone. She was just like Ilya had described. Shoulder-length black hair. Sickly-pale and wrinkly skin. Bright blood-red lipstick. He couldn’t tell what nationality she had, and her accent was indistinguishable.

She also wore a black bodysuit made out of some finely-woven silk mesh. Adam thought it might’ve been made by Weaver, although it was also potentially an armour relic from a later stage, if she had the relic saving upgrade.

Maybe I’ve been underestimating that meta upgrade, he thought to himself. He’d have to find out how it worked next time he saw the white moth.

“How do you know about the ‘Self-Devouring Eye’? Why were you trying to find me? How did you change your own fate like that?” she demanded, her words frantic.