Chapter 208: A Castles Walls
He didn’t offer it cruelly. Just plainly. As if the memories had nothing to hold onto—no tether strong enough to surface.
"It was like brushing past static."
Elias’s glow flickered, his voice trembling with a mix of disappointment and curiosity.
"Oh... I guess," he said, the words a whisper, a thread of uncertainty in the void, his glow pulsing with the effort.
"I mean... when someone dies... what happens to their soul? Does it just vanish, or move on, or what?"
The godless crucifix stepped back. The spires trembled with him, their whispers growing louder, layered like voices half-buried in water. A chorus of souls stretched thin across time, too weak to scream, too aware to sleep.
"If it’s allowed its natural cycle," he said, "it vanishes from existence."
His voice remained steady—no change in tone, no performance. The veins beneath his skin glowed brighter, the light reaching his neck, down his arms.
"There’s a level above ours. Higher than the fourth. We don’t understand it. We can’t track it. I can’t see past it. And neither can they."
He didn’t name who he meant. He didn’t have to.
"Unless the soul is captured... in the moment of death... it slips into that layer. And it’s gone."