I froze, unsure if I had heard his words cut through my head, sharp and firm. "What?"
"Zaelex is dead." He came again, with no trace of emotions whatsoever.
So he knew. So that was what happened to Zaelex. So he did make an effort. But how? "What... what do you mean? I thought he couldn't..." I stammered to myself. What does he mean 'dead'? Isn't he the only person who could kill Zaelex? Wasn't the loyal servant guarded by the unholiest powers of Argranos?
My father heard all of my questions, all of my thoughts. It was hard to selectively choose what to pass on to him through telepathy. And I wasn't really trying. He sighed. "They were powerful demons Harleah. And they were too many for him alone."
"You're aware of everything?" Of course he was, what a stupid question. But I had nothin
