"Yes, my Lord."
{It was Purity, my child. The Last Warden has come to know of our activity here.}
Senithe went very still.
So. The probe above had been Seraphiel?
She had suspected it from the moment the Eye had spoken of a probe — who else in this sphere would have the audacity to press divine pressure against a seal of this making? — but the confirmation settled into her bones with a cold, heavy weight. The weight of a name she had not wanted to speak aloud.
The Last Warden of Purity.
{Yes,} the Eye said, answering the thought she had not voiced. {They have sent her. They are afraid of the Prince's awakening. They have moved the only hand in their choir that could be spared for a hunt of this magnitude, and she has now learned — because of a man followed into my sanctum — that I AM involved in his trajectory. This was not how I intended her to learn.}
The Dark Regent, who had not yet spoken, lifted his head a fraction. "My Lord. May I."
{Speak.}
