In the dim prison cell, a thread of silk extruded from Charles's abdomen as the eyeball spider slowly descended, dangling in front of Gavin. "It's been a long time, Gavin."
The simple words from Charles excited Gavin to the point of nearly fainting. Overcome with joy, he bounced around like a child, his face flushed red. "It's really you! It's really you!"
"Quiet! Don't wake the others!"
Gavin froze at the command. He lowered his voice, but it was still a rushed, excited babble.
"Sir, to me, you are a guiding lighthouse! Without you, there would be no Gavin today! You are the spiritual pillar that drives me forward! I have always worshipped you! After years of hard work, I can now hear the voice of the Great Power in my mind! I am following in your footsteps!"
Charles had no interest in discussing the Futan God with him. That wasn't why he was here.
