As they began their cautious journey deeper into the strange field, Merciless's mind was restless, trying to piece together the mystery of the Aristaeus. He turned slightly, keeping his voice low, his eyes still scanning the bizarre surroundings.
"Carmilla, you've been around longer than most.... your former true self that is... given that network most likely has a lot of information about Spawns, and Spawnlings in general I take it. What can you tell me about the Aristaeus?"
Merciless asked Carmilla, who at this point and time, is the only one that can see her, as that is how he willed it.
Carmilla, who had been calmly observing the shimmering trees, turned her attention to Merciless. Her inner expression was thoughtful as if she were trying to piece together fragmented memories.
