Neveah reclined on the bed, her head propped up by her hand. "So, these souls from the shadow tower...attached themselves to you?"
Xenon nodded once, eyes betraying his guilt.
"And these souls were left behind from the failed experiments of the Dark Lord's necromancer?"
He nodded again, looking even more guilty.
"Which means, they're residues of dark magic?"
Xenon winced. "In more ways than one."
Neveah shook her head slowly, "And you knew about this?" Her gaze shifted to Jian who had only just returned from the council gathering.
He stripped off his outer robe, climbing into the bed beside her. "I was... reasonably informed."
Of course he was. They practically shared a mind and had for decades. There was only so much Xenon could keep from Jian.
"So you're what? Half a sorcerer?" She asked, allowing Jian pull her closer into his arms.
His hands snaked around her and he laid his head down on her thigh with a tired exhale.
