The Lost World. Every person here was marked by sin, actions that had harmed themselves or those they loved.
The world was split into three regions, with the Voiceless Region being the mildest and most secure. Yet despite that relative safety, Halo couldn't shake how Aeliana's naivety had affected him.
Truth was, he wasn't sure she'd been naive at all. But in the end, authenticity was irrelevant. This world functioned as a sentient catastrophe. Fight your way through, or be consumed entirely.
"She hated bloodshed. I think that explains a lot."
Halo flickered a blade between his fingers, his eyes darting gently into Iris's golden ones.
Dark Saint left before nightfall. Despite the limited time they'd shared, something had shifted in Iris. Her ideas flowed more directly now, presented with a confidence and certainty she'd previously lacked.
"So you couldn't get even a trace of a secret. That only confirms my theory."
Iris's eyes squinted.
