My eyes settled quietly, my gaze steeling.
'Could it be?'
I slowly thought inwardly.
Could the 'Architect' really be the existence behind the system, and the one responsible fory Transmigration? If so, that would make some sense to all this after all...
A lump formed in my throat again, and i frowned, wiping the sweat that had gathered again off my face with the back of my arm and swallowed silently.
Somehow, as my thoughts reached this juncture, it felt like something important, something really important was about to click and make sense, but i was just a few more facts and assumptions away from it.
My lips parted open as i was tempted to suddenly ask Meta, but i knew better than to blindly rely on whatever response or 'truth' the system might give me.
Before it was too late, i bit down on my tongue and restrained myself, when i heard Meta say.
[Indeed. You've also received a temporary, and one use Stigmata.]
"You mean this weird tattoo on my back?"
[Affirmative.]
