"Sancta Vedelia?"
Sirius lifted his head, his eyes reflecting the dim glow of the room. At the far end, half-buried in shadows deeper than night itself, sat a lone figure wrapped in a flowing black robe. The darkness clung to her like a living veil, obscuring everything except the faint outline of a woman.
It was A-Nox—his mother.
"It is."
Sirius took a breath. "May I ask the reason?"
"Eden has marked that place."
A-Nox said, tapping one clawed finger against the arm of her throne.
"It's where he plans to raise the core of his future army. Sancta Vedelia will serve as a strategic stronghold in the World below. Even Nihil considers it… significant."
Sirius lowered his gaze. "So you wish for me to implant our seed and influence there."
A faint smile tugged at the corner of her shadow-coated face—cold, approving.
"Do it. Regardless of how false the Tree of Eden there may be, a Tree is still a Tree. And every Tree carries potential value for us."
Sirius bowed once and left.
