After Ailuo left, Flim returned to the Lost Corridor.
But he didn't go to the part of the Lost Corridor where Thor was. Instead, he sank down through the hollow center of the corridor, deeper and deeper, until he seemed to reach its lowest level.
There were no square corridors with right-angled turns here, only a small, square room.
Inside the room floated a golden Silk Thread.
Flim restored his human form in the little room and approached the floating golden Silk Thread.
He raised a hand and pressed it against one end.
The suspended thread didn't shift at all, remaining fixed in place as if no force could move it.
Flim's fingertips brushed lightly along the golden Silk Thread.
One after another, names made of golden dust suddenly sprang from the thread.
Some familiar, some unfamiliar...
As Flim's fingertips neared the other end, the final name appeared.
Gorsa Radiance.
Then Flim's fingertips slid off the other end of the golden Silk Thread.
No new names appeared before he let go.
"Thor's name still hasn't appeared here."
"So, since he still shows no signs of wanting to destroy the world, I'll let him off for now."
The next day, Thor emerged from deep meditation. As soon as he opened his eyes, he realized he had returned to his temporary lodgings in the Imperial Palace of Eternal Night.
Thor stood and walked around, confirming that he was back.
He sat down and looked at himself. His right arm had returned, too.
It was the very arm Flim had taken for his experiments—not one that had grown back through healing Witchcraft.
"Did he return it so I can't complain anymore?" Thor sneered inwardly.
He'd kept the arm from regenerating precisely so he could show everyone in the Judgment Court how their Court