"Will they... even devour a soul who does not belong to them in the first place?... A stolen soul from another plane?"
Lividness trickling in his words as well as a drop of hopefulness concealed by fear. It was a mere thought but perhaps it held hope. Moulin would risk the chance. The oracle before him looked overly devoted to his 'heavenly' gods. He could either be lying or telling the truth. Moulin did not know how to trust his words.
The elf's silence only sparked confidence. Moulin slightly lowered his gaze. He will never let anyone decide his face. Be it gods or devils, no one shall write his destiny for him.
*SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAM!
Deep breath!
WHAT ARE YOU TWO STARING FOR?! GO AND RUN! THIS IS NOT PART OF THE SCRIPT!
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