「That night.」
Cillian Forrest hung up the communicator and his eyes swept across the room.
When you live in a room for a long time, it naturally accumulates traces of its owner. The room was now filled with many things, almost all of them bought by Sophie Wexler.
It had gone from empty at the beginning to gradually being filled.
'Tomorrow, we're leaving.'
In the darkness of the night, Cillian Forrest sat quietly in his chair, taking in the scene before him.
Suddenly, he sensed something unusual—a wave of spiritual power was leaking from Sophie Wexler's room.
Unlike the gentle spiritual power a Healer-class individual normally displayed, this was turbulent, seemingly caused by its owner's emotions.
Because their spiritual powers had once merged and blended, Cillian Forrest could even detect a trace of fear and terror within it.
At this, the man's brow furrowed slightly.
He then stood up, opened his door, and went out.
