"There is no secret. The Bloodline is all we have," Azaron answered truthfully, his tone calm and unwavering. Even if there was something beyond the Wargrave bloodline, something deeper, something more forbidden, he would have been a fool to utter it at this moment. The wind had ears. The earth itself possessed awareness. For all he knew, the world was listening, patiently waiting for careless words to be spoken.
"I see…" Valentine intoned slowly, the faint light within his eyes dimming even further as his thoughts spiraled inward. His mind drifted from the First Sun to the countless Suns and Moons, existences he had once targeted, beings whose lives he had attempted to erase during their True Awakenings. One memory bled into another, each failure stacking upon the last. After weighing it all, Valentine came to a single conclusion.
Azaron Wargrave was lying.
