Merlin's revelation had been quite shocking to say the least.
He'd spoken of gods and godkillers.
Even now, the words still echoed endlessly within Emily's mind, refusing to settle.
"Why do you think they exist?" He had asked quietly.
The memory of his silver eyes lingered vividly in her thoughts as his voice continued to replay within her mind.
"While most of the Talented fall under the jurisdiction of the praesagius, there are those who are powerful enough to stand on their own.
Strong enough to dare to stand against the Praesagius.
The phantom projections around them had shifted then, revealing figures cloaked in immense power, each radiating enough pressure to make the surrounding air distort violently.
"The Videntis," Merlin continued, "powerful though they may be, can only do so much."
His expression had darkened slightly.
Lightning crackled softly around him.
"That is why the assassins exist."
His expression softened.
"That's a part of at least."
