((Yeah... It's going to be the same random-break cycle like when I was new to this forum.))
"There is no demon, Karthus." the voice replied to the lich, "But within two societies sleep the rage
Both of which have the cleaner age
But one is without its cleansed society."
It stopped for a moment, and then there was silence. It was unknown to the group, but if Mort would dig deeper into the Anomaly, then he would soon realise that the anomaly had once come from Piltover, and then disturbed. There would be nothing else inside, but rather there would be disruptions like... the Blood Hunter growling for food. The psychic-bound man would know that the boundaries of his power was drawn when he knew too much. He would know too much.
I stand up again, feeling a burning sensation in my veins. It does not hurt, but I know that I am dying somehow. I turn to Mort when he started yelling, but I dare not make a noise since I might interrupt. It is clear to me that these people are who they claim they are after all, they are the same people I rescued earlier. I would much rather not let them see me. But then again, it would be inevitable. Anxious, I look towards Karthus, and I hear him speak of a demon. What did Mort yell about? I could not hear, but as far as I know, they are being deceived. Or they are being manipulated.
Did they tell me what was going on? Or did they hide it from me?