Subtle
"How is he doing?" a female voice cut through the silence of the dark room, concerned eyes looked up to Arcanus' face, chains rattling, clothes rustling.
"He is doing a very good job. He and his friends stopped the Luna Tower and ended the Grave Eclipse," the masked man reported the latest events from the Appollo Lens, bowed deep down in front of the woman, rested his hands on the ground.
"And how are you feeling? Can you still fight for me? Will you fight for me, Arcanus...?" the melodious voice carried the question to Arcanus' ears.
A few moments the dark room was completely filled with ears deafening silence and the man wasn't able to move.
"So you want me to tell him the truth? The whole story? I don't think he'll believe a single word coming from my lips. It would be more likely he would try to kill himself than to believe those words. He'll have to see the truth, with his own eyes," the adept argued and fell on his knees in front of the fragile body, clad in soft, light silk clot
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