Grim made his way back to his chambers after the sect inspection, his mind still processing the implications of what they had discovered in the underground chamber.
He settled into the chair by his window, looking out over the restored gardens of the Ambrose estate. For a moment, he simply enjoyed the peace of his ancestral home.
"Now we can speak freely," he said quietly, ensuring no servants were within earshot.
[Indeed,] the voice replied, its familiar presence settling into his consciousness like an old companion. [Your sect is quite impressive. Though I suspect you built more than you realize.]
"Before we discuss the sect, I have a question that's been bothering me," Grim said, his tone carrying an edge of accusation. "Where were you during my time in the Sea Realms? You've been a constant presence in my mind since childhood, offering guidance and knowledge. Yet the moment I encountered real supernatural forces, you went completely silent."
