"Then why did Mugu end up the way he did? From the mural of that fae woman, it's clear he was obsessed." Damon argued, his voice low as his eyes lingered on the carving. His fingers flexed unconsciously at his side, resisting the urge to look again at the mark on his palm.
"Don't ask me. I've never fallen in love, so I wouldn't know," Paimon replied with a small shrug.
"Did the other Paimons not experience love?" he asked, stalling for time as he felt the mark continue to draw something in.
"If they did, I'm unaware of it. We pass knowledge down, not feelings."
Damon was about to speak when a faint chime sounded in his mind.
[Wish Mark has absorbed memories of Mugu]
[Dream magic will be activated when you slumber]
He did not glance at his hand. Paimon was watching him too closely.
Instead, he stepped forward casually.
"Let's go. Tell me more about the temple."
