Kyle sat down slowly, processing everything Rean had told him.
His thoughts churned like a violent storm, each thread of memory and possibility tangling into the next until one name rose above all: Lucia.
He looked at Rean's now-kneeling figure and let out a sigh.
"I think I know who brought you back."
Rean looked up, curious but silent.
"There's only one being who fits what you described. A beautiful woman, with power enough to preserve a soul after death, and the inclination to do so because it was me she cared about."
Kyle leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes.
"Goddess Lucia."
Rean's eyes widened slightly, though he said nothing. Kyle continued, his voice measured.
