The High Priestess stood between us.
Smiling.
Satisfied that she'd driven the wedge deeper.
Made me doubt Astro completely.
"But that's not all, is it, cursed one?"
Her voice held venom.
"You haven't told your precious vessel the rest. Haven't explained what Luna made you do after your failed assassination."
Through the thread, I felt Astro's terror.
The hidden secret.
The guilt that ran deeper than failed murder.
"Show her."
The High Priestess commanded the portraits.
"Show the vessel what her protector did. What crime earned eternal repetition. What blood stains his hands."
The portraits blazed again.
Silver light.
