Soon, the red mist cleared and they came into a wide clearing, at the center of which was a fifty-meters-tall tree with a ten-meters-wide trunk, and on its center was a red gem. However, Aezaleon's attention wasn't on that, but on the dead headless skeletal remains of a woman at the base of this tree.
He looked up, only to see her soul sitting on the tree's branch and gazing back at him. His eyes narrowing as the spectral figure stared into his very core.
"Calamities?"
Aezaleon's lips curled.
The same word!
The same question!
The same tone!
The same curiosity!
And the same gaze—of interest and intrigue.
Aezaleon couldn't help but find it hilarious and amusing at the same time. He glanced at Clementine, who shared the same sentiments.
"Guess we should always expect this question every time we meet an outsider's dead soul here, huh?" She noted with an amused giggle, her tone dripping with quiet irony.
"Or anywhere else for that matter," Aezaleon completed her words.
