The room was dimly lit, with the soft glow of a single lamp casting long shadows across the walls.
Athena sat by a cluttered wooden desk, a faint scent of aged parchment lingering in the air.
"I doubt so. Unlike Seraphs who have lived multiple lives, I've only had one previous life."
Neo's voice was calm as he spoke.
His his eyes briefly flickered to the books scattered across the desk.
Not a lot of information about Seraphs was given in the novel he had read.
Athena glanced at him, her brows knitting together as she tried to recall whatever little she knew.
She cleared some of his doubts, but her hesitation revealed she didn't know much herself.
"Thanks," Neo said, his tone polite, as he turned to leave.
Just as he reached the door, he stopped abruptly.
The faint creak of the floorboards echoed in the still room.
Turning around, he met her gaze and opened his mouth.
"Can you help me?"
"…"
