Like a vessel.
The atmosphere shifted, subtle yet absolute. The cathedral, once humming with quiet echoes and whispers of incense, fell into an unnatural silence.
Drey blinked, her eyes narrowing as she studied the motionless archbishop. Something in the air had changed. Something imperceptible to the eye, yet tangible to the skin.
She furrowed her brow. Confusion crept into her features as she waited for the man to speak. Seconds dragged, each one longer than the last. Finally, his voice broke through the stillness.
"A vessel, huh..."
His tone was low and calm.
"This doesn't sound good."
Drey's perplexity deepened.
"What do you mean?"
The man turned his head slightly, just enough to glance in her direction. His eyes, once calm, now bore an unreadable depth.
"Do you know..."
He began,
"That Lugh has sailed the Devil Sea?"
"Yes, I—"
She froze mid-sentence. Her mind reeled, alarm threading into her chest.
The Devil Sea?
