Xander stood before us, his ancient eyes still holding that weight of knowledge. The portal behind him had closed, sealing off the light from the Liminal Realm and leaving us in the grey mist of the in-between space.
"There is a place even the dead fear," he said.
Now he waited, letting those words settle over us like a shroud.
"Tell me," I said. "Tell me about this place."
Xander didn’t speak for a moment, his expression drifting somewhere far away. Like he was remembering something he'd rather forget.
"When I was trapped in the Cilios Realm," he began, "before you saved me, I saw things. Heard things. The overseers would talk sometimes, when they thought we couldn't understand. And the other souls, the ones who'd been there longer, they would whisper."
"Whisper about what?" Gia ask
