Bad
Flavius exhaled, tired of this debate. "You read that in a book? Did the book also tell
ion flickering behind his eyes. "And how many people will die before we find out? Even now, Sophia and the other saints are fighting those abominations. What happens when the whole population of Divine Druids mutates? We won't have enough saints to even bury the dead, let alone protect the living"
He took a step forward, lowering his voice. "And once the Inquisitors hear about this, they won't ask questions. As an Anchor of a corrupted Altar, it means her soul has come in direct contact with chaos."
"I understand you care about the girl," he said after a pause, "but there is no other way. Just tell me where she is."
Izikel fell silent for almost a full minute. His eyes drifted to the floor, to the wall, then back to Flavius. It was as if he was turning over a thousand possible outcomes in his mind—none of them ending well.
