Alister thought, placing a hand thoughtfully under his jaw as he increased his pace back to normal.
'I wonder if it's possible for me to obtain a fable before I reach EX rank... That aside, the system called him "Holder of the 12th Seat." That means he was likely the weakest of the generals of House Oboros.'
'So... there are eleven others?'
He exhaled, his breath misting in the red mist dungeon air. The understanding of Death Magic now thrummed inside him like a heartbeat. Cold. Hollow. It felt like he could reach into someone's chest and stop their heart by sheer will... Well, not exactly their heart, but their ideals—the centers of their personality.
He shook his head. Not yet.
Then another notification blinked into existence:
⫷『You have obtained a Whisper.』⫸
⫷『Do you wish to listen?』⫸
Alister's brow furrowed. A Whisper? That was new.
Draven noticed the shift. "What now, my lord?"
