The silence stretched uncomfortably, everyone processing Lunae’s explanation and Altero's question. The weight of their words should have left the chamber heavy with dread — yet the longer they all stood there, the stranger the sight became.
Three near-identical figures.
Remiel in the middle, looking frazzled, Remael on his left, glowing faintly with radiant composure, Emriel on his right, brooding in shadows with a perpetual scowl.
“…So…” David finally said, scratching the back of his head. “Do we… have three Remiels now?”
“No,” Remiel quickly replied, shaking his head. “There’s only one Remiel. Me. They’re just—”
“Complete and separate individuals,” Remael cut in, folding his arms proudly.
“Nightmares you’ll never get rid of,” Emriel added dryly.
The Septet exchanged uneasy glanc
