He didn't have it with him right now, but he had an inkling.
"Are you friends with Riche?"
"You know him?" Lola asked, his eyes full of curiosity. "He's just a lost lamb. He didn't follow God for the cause, only for power. I discarded him when the opportunity came."
"Aren't you sad? He got imprisoned by the church because of you. Doesn't that bother you?" Reeva tried appealing to the man, thinking maybe, just maybe, talking could get him out of this dangerous situation—like in the novels and stories he read.
"Do I look sad to you, Penu? I'm more than willing to discard him. In the end, we will all be reunited with God when everything returns to darkness."
Reality was not as convenient as fiction. With his demon hand, Reeva decided to punch through the invisible barrier. Since it was constructed from mystic power, he could tear through it. The opposing forces canceled each other out, and his arm pierced through.
"You've got imbue-type powers?"
