210 Murder

Evin didn't know why he was suddenly pulled away from Endra's past, but he decided it was for the best.

"Hello," he greeted Endra, but he immediately noticed that something was off. 

Endra's expression was wrong. His eyes were glued to the knife twirling in his hands, and in his expression a look of grim resolution could be seen. 

"What did you see in your Soul Tree?" Evin asked cautiously.

"Some pieces of history…" Endra shrugged with a wry smile. "How the Twelve Jokes came to be, the origin of the Hivemind, what was the world like before the Empire… Oh, I've also seen the Empress. She really did have a lot of arms. She cuts off some of them when she needs to cast world-destroying magic."

Endra gestured widely with one hand as he said that, but he seemed to be avoiding eye contact. 

"Did you learn anything about separating our souls?" Evin went to the point.

"Ah… Kind of."

"And?"