"You were spying on the Primordial Chaos Sect?" Mabel asked, realization dawning on her. She stared at her brother, piecing together his recent actions. The fact that she hadn't sensed him before, and now couldn't even perceive his future, sent a shiver down her spine. This could only mean one thing: Adams had plans to use Francis in the future.
Francis raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips. "Spying is such a strong word, sister. Let's just say I was... gathering information."
Mabel sighed, frustration and concern mixing in her gaze. "Just... be careful. Adams doesn't play by anyone's rules but his own."
Francis nodded, his eyes reflecting a silent promise. "I know, Mabel. I'll be careful."
"Mabel, I see that you are different from before, more powerful. Compared to me, I am an ant in your presence. How's that?" Griffith said, shifting the subject entirely.
