Chapter 382

• He expected Caera to say something, maybe scream with excitement, or laugh at him and say he was joking. But, when he looked back at her, she just sat there, staring at him, mouth half open with a couple drops of blood falling from her lips.
• "... what?" she asked, red and black eyes wider than he'd ever seen.
• "That's what... the other runes say, these glowing ones." He looked back at them, tilting his head to the side. Readable. Why were they readable? He looked around the room at the other runes that'd been carved by a chisel or something, and how rough they were, with their hard edges. Chicken scratches his brain turned into English. It was like the afterlife was some sort of reverse Tower of Babel, forcing him to understand something he shouldn't have been able to.