He paused briefly, collecting his thoughts before continuing. "I managed to break free at that moment. But my original body was lost. I looked for any Enigma body that I could possess, and this is the one I found."
Tristan's brows furrowed even deeper, and he squinted inquisitively.
"Wait. How is it possible that he didn't detect your presence or that there was a chance for you to return?"
The situation seemed oddly convenient, and Tristan's skepticism was clearly at the forefront of his mind.
Rayven hesitated for a moment, grappling with whether to reveal the full truth to Tristan.
It wasn't about betrayal or withholding information for fear of any advantage Tristan might gain.
Instead, it was rooted in the fear that what he was about to say would be too incredible for Tristan to believe.
"Rayven," Tristan called, breaking through the young man's contemplation.
