Book Five: Chapter 221

“And what would you do with this information? Would you gather a holy crusade and set forth to stomp them out? Or perhaps your new perspective would give you pause?”

“It shouldn’t matter to you what I do,” Cyrus retorted angrily. “What we do with the answers to our questions is none of your damned business.”

Crimson eyes glowed brightly in the fog as if studying him. “Maybe what you do with yourself matters more than you could ever know, Master Cyrus. Perhaps your new...enlightened state gave me a false sense of familiarity.”

“You’re stalling.” Ultimately, it didn’t matter. If the Oracle chose not to answer, he wouldn’t. During those rare occasions, he would either go quiet or simply refuse. As long as the Oracle kept talking, it meant an answer was coming.

“Then here is your answer.” The mists thickened and pressed against the glass as if trying to pass through it. Some of it squeezed out of the mechanical speaker. Cyrus made a mental note to mention it to m