I belong here. After all, I am one of the remnant Wills absorbed by Wrixia. The Will used to balance the Blessing of Life, as I was the Goddess of Death.
The cracks on the body of the cat increased but no more words were exchanged for a few seconds. Hex needed time to digest the immense amount of information he received in this short exchange.
In a sense, despite the shocking words of the cat…or should he say Goddess, he wasn't shocked. At least, not as shocked as he expected himself to be.
It all started to make sense, in a strange way. According to the Witchkin, the crystal revealed itself when they sacrificed sisters. They believed it to be the Will of the Witch. But it wasn't.
"The presence of death would surely attract the attention of the Goddess of Death," Hex murmured but the Goddess heard him. It…She looked at him with interest glimmering in her green eyes.
