Sylva, who had always maintained his composure, even in front of death, couldn't help but laugh.
They had done so much to find out about these beings. Edward even went as far as going through the rift. And all this time, one was hiding with them.
Unfortunately, there was nothing he could do now. He could feel he didn't have long to live. Even his soul wouldn't survive; something was corrupting it. It was truly the end.
"Could you at least tell me this? Are you the one who caused that incident?"
Sylva asked since he felt the Primordial-possessing Owl was fond of him. Otherwise, there was no reason to reveal his true identity. He could have just let him die without anyone knowing.
"Partially, but not entirely. You could say I was the indirect cause of it. But let's say, in the end, it was because of you humans.
Even without me, the attack would still have happened. The difference would be the species that are attacking.