The being's laughter faded into the golden haze.
Liam remained where he was, staring at the figure wearing his face while the last piece of information rearranged everything he thought he understood.
The creator of the Trial had escaped through Felix.
The stranger tilted its head, golden eyes bright.
"Welcome home, Liam."
"No."
The answer came so quickly that amusement flashed across the being's face again.
Liam folded his arms over his dark green overshirt. His engagement ring pressed against his sleeve, solid and reassuring in a room where almost nothing else seemed obliged to follow physical laws.
"You cannot say something like that and expect me to accept it because the walls are glowing."
"I expected considerably more questions."
"They are coming."
He looked around the chamber instead.
