Sebastian's eyes widened, his brows shooting up in a mix of shock and confusion.
His mouth opened as if to speak, but no words came out.
His grin disappeared. He blinked rapidly, trying to process the bombshell Miles had just dropped.
Sebastian's voice, when it finally emerged from his constricted throat, was a strangled croak of disbelief.
"What do you mean, the system is based on ancient sorcery?"
[WARNING: The observer is approaching the limits of the Venquilar's power.]
Time rewound itself once more. It still left Sebastian confused, but not like the first time.
Sebastian's eyebrows knitted together in a perplexed frown as he took in the scene unfolding before him.
His eyes darted from one figure to another, trying to piece together the fragmented narrative playing out in reverse.
A nervous tic pulsed in his cheek as he grappled with the not-so-subtle feeling of déjà vu.
