Zakriel's words rang in his ear and bounced off the broken walls, but his voice sounded like a bronze bell ringing in a tower. His voice lingered in the air as his words were replayed:
The Sensory Mystic.
What the Knight of Judgment said was so surprising that it took Thales a little while to recover from his shock and think about the horror behind those words.
'Sensory... What name of origin is this?' Thales thought to himself numbly in the completely silent prison.
'Moreover, she is the queen of Aydi the Second, the late king of Constellation? What's her relation to the Bloody Year?'
There were too many shocking pieces of information brought to Thales this evening. The teenager did not even have the time to take into account the other people's reactions. He could only perceive everyone's emotions from their disorderly and rushed breathing.
