Chapter 465: The Language That Haunts
The Day Before Sophia Regained Consciousness
Garrett stood just outside, and Orion sent him to get a parchment and a quill.
Garrett immediately nodded, and within minutes he was back, breath steady, parchment held carefully beneath his arm and the quill already inked.
Orion took them and returned inside the hall.
He placed the parchment on the table in front of Jeffrey and slid the quill across to him.
"Put down anything you remember."
Jeffrey picked it up. The hall went quiet as he began to write the strange symbols—at least the ones he remembered.
"…No," he muttered.
Orion's voice was low.
"What is it?"
Jeffrey did not answer immediately.
His eyes tracked over the lines he had written, the shapes and everything.
He swallowed.
"…How did I miss that?"
He groaned quietly to himself.
"How did I miss it?"
