"Let's move the discussion inside the domain," Kiaria said quietly. "There are still things that must be spoken."
"Alright," Azriel replied at once.
No one objected. The air itself seemed to tighten with agreement.
The Ghost Prison domain expanded. Spatial boundaries bent without sound. The pseudo palace dissolved from its original position and settled fully within the domain space like a structure lowered into deeper reality. Defensive layers sealed automatically behind it.
"Now we can talk freely," Kiaria said.
Everyone gathered closer.
Mu Long stepped forward first. "Patron – did you inspect his soul like you did with Mu Li's brush?"
Kiaria shook his head. "No. And even if we do, soul memory is never fully reliable. It is only a last resort – not a foundation for strategy."
He paused, then continued more precisely.
