Chapter 113: A Way
Valens froze against the woman’s face, finding it hard to put his thoughts into words since he was being accused by a past he knew so little about. A storm churned inside his head, doubts resurfacing and making him think. Making him consider the implications of it.
The Surgemasters created the system?
That wasn’t anything surprising, considering they were the ones who wove Spiritum from the frequencies. Valens had suspected it could be the case, even if he couldn’t comprehend the sheer work it must’ve taken for them to realize this feat.
But what this woman accused him of was something else.
She had said it was from the Surgemasters the Shadow hailed. What did this mean? Were those twisted creatures and the horrors a product of this mastermind? Were the Surgemasters—
How could I be sure that she’s speaking the truth?
Valens scowled out into the eyes of the woman and saw in their depths a burning hatred. Scarcely you’d find words spoken with such conviction handing you the whole truth. Scarcely you’d find cohesion in sentences wrung out through an emotional outburst.
For all he knew, she could be lying just to mess with his mind. Certainly she had the motivations for it. They were here, under the Golden Cathedral, trying to stop her from opening this Gate. Only ones who stood between her and Trial. Couldn’t blame a woman for trying everything in this case.
Couldn’t blame her at all even if she had no reason to interfere.
We’re terribly outnumbered.
Lenora’s blood continued spilling into the gate below, the frequencies rising as the sacrifice fed into them. Nine spheres in total, and they were gleaming, the gate slowly opening, screams and screeches resounding across the hall.
Pitiful effort through all of it, Valens thought when he saw the glimpses of Nomad and Garran battling in the din. Mindless work, indeed, now he thought about it. Blood and sacrifice wasn’t the answer they needed.