Forgotten City, Mabi.
The aura around Adam changed abruptly. Though his charred face was hidden in the shadows of the hood, one could still feel the coldness emanating from it.
And in the depths of his dark, hollow eyes, madness flared to life.
"…You sleep first, I'll keep first watch—" Merene was about to rise to her feet when suddenly, Adam interupted her.
His lips parted, and he muttered in an ice-cold voice:
"What do you know about the Cult of Bones?"
In that moment, he focused the Sphere of Resonance entirely on the elf, looking out for even the most minute of changes, be they in her facial appearance or body language.
If she were to lie… he would immediately know.
Merene immediately froze in her movements, a frown gradually appearing on her fair, beautiful face. She intently looked at the youth and asked:
"The Cult of… what?"
"The Cult of Bones," Adam repeated, his jaws clenched tightly together. "And don't you even think of lying to me, Merene. If you do… I'll know."
