I stared at Lily, narrowing my eyes as I tried once more to scan her using the system. Nothing came up. Not even a class, level, or name tag. Just blank.
She said she carried a part of Azalea's soul… so what was she, exactly? A fragment? A puppet? An avatar? I couldn't tell. But whatever she was, she wasn't normal.
My mind spun as I pieced together everything she'd told us.
In the end, it all traced back to Azalea. She was the one who let the Phantom inside her. She was the one whose failed fusion led to the creation of Deathmist. It wasn't the Holts or the Contractors, at least not originally. They were just scavengers picking up the pieces.
But what truly disturbed me was the implication that this realm wasn't as secret as I thought.
If the Ferans knew about it, chances were they told others too. Maybe even sold the knowledge. That might've been how the Contractors got involved. The Holts... I still didn't know how they managed to claim this place.
