[Realm: Álfheimr]
[Location: The Deathless Fortress]
Morgan's revelation lingered in the air long after she had departed, settling over Dante and Tamamo. They walked the dim, steel-lined corridor of the fortress in silence—his boots thudded against the dull floor and the sound of Tamamo-no-Mae's nine golden tails swaying filled the air. She perched on his shoulder with her usual casualness, as though the heavy atmosphere had yielded.
The Mortifer had given them time to think. To breathe and consider the offer to join the Retorta Guild.
Tamamo was the first to break the quiet.
"Hm~ Quite the revelation dropped on us," she murmured with a flick of an ear. "I can't decide if I'm impressed, alarmed, or mildly offended that a Keeper's avatar has been strolling around under our noses."
"It is important to gather more information before deciding on a course of action. It would be more efficient." Dante replied.
