"I can't believe I agreed to this absurd mission," Agnos muttered, his usual crisp composure unraveling one complaint at a time. "And to think Naga gave it his stamp of approval. Has the whole MECCP gone mad?"
He hadn't stopped adjusting the cuffs of his coat since we crossed the barrier ward about a hundred meters from the Eternal Prison. I'd never seen him fidget before—ever. Now there were beads of sweat dotting his temple, his cat ears twitching at every distant rustle, as if the wind itself was plotting treason.
I didn't blame him.
The Eternal Prison loomed ahead—though "loomed" felt generous. It didn't rise like a fortress or brood like a citadel. It looked more like a polished marble estate that had gotten lost from a dream and ended up cursed instead. Modest, elegant, disturbingly quiet.
It wasn't huge. It wasn't small either. It just… was. A home that belonged to Kaleon and Hestia.
