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"Do you wish to become human again?"
"All for that pitiable soul?"
Liriel slowly drifted toward him, a faint look of disapproval crossing his face. As he moved, the vast white wings behind him dissolved into thin air, fading like mist. In their place, a long white gown formed around his body, the fabric falling softly to his feet.
"I already did what Mother wanted," he replied quietly. "I have no desire to live among humans again. Their way of thinking alone disgusts me."
Corvael regarded him in silence before his gaze shifted slightly.
"By the way… what is that on your last finger?"
Liriel's attention followed the direction of his brother's eyes.
Around the smallest finger of his right hand was a thin red string, tied firmly in place. He frowned slightly and looked ahead, trying to trace where the thread ended.
But it seemed endless.
The crimson line stretched forward into the distance, disappearing into space itself.
Curious, he tugged at it, attempting to pull it back.
It did not move.
His brows furrowed, and with growing irritation he tried to cut through it.
The thread remained intact.
Slightly stunned, Liriel lifted his gaze toward Corvael, who watched him with an unreadable expression.
"Come home with me, Liriel," Corvael said calmly. "Father has called for you. Mother is worried as well. Their human son has turned into a ghost."
Liriel exhaled softly.
"Ghosts don't have wings."
"A special ghost," Corvael replied without hesitation.
Liriel's eyes narrowed faintly.
"Are you mocking me?"
Corvael tilted his head slightly.
"Why would I?"