Cleo then said. "It smells like… the same thing. The same scent as that celestial sword you carry."
At that, Kael froze. "You sure?"
Cleo replied. "It took me a while to confirm the similarities again and again. I'm sure that whatever is in her mindscape has the same origins as your Sword of Zurin."
In an instant, the puzzle pieces clicked together in his mind. He didn't know how, but everything made sense now. His gaze shifted to Mia, and a cold shiver ran down his spine. His hands clenched into fists.
Mia, still unaware of what was happening in Kael's mind, thought he was reacting to her story. But Kael wasn't thinking about her story anymore. He was thinking about the possible treasure of Zurin. Well, according to Laura, the pendant of Zurin is the only one that is lost in history.
Suddenly, without warning, Kael started clapping in rhythmic intervals. The sharp and short beast, pausing in irregular intervals, echoed in the room as he used the clap language.
