Michael frowned; this day was crazy. He already had the plan to escape from his father's territory and search for the sarcophagi with the help of Kian Hart's artificial intelligence, but he never thought that his own father would give him the clue. He didn't understand anything.
The woman in the painting kept smiling. He waited for her to give him an answer to his questions, but she didn't make a gesture.
"How come she is here? Is she real?"
"She's a spirit…" Kian said, also looking at the woman, "Perhaps she was human, but she must have contacted a witch or wizard to bind her spirit to the paintings."
"But how come you were able to… take her out or activate the enchantment on it?"
Kian didn't answer, after all, it wasn't something he could explain to a human, let alone a mortal. Furthermore, the spirit world was to remain secret, hovering silently in the world without being pestered. The less mortals knew, the better.
