After weighing it for a moment, Theus's gaze hardened. He quickly sorted out the general directions of the threads in his hand, chose the densest bundle, casually pulled out one thread, and tied it together with several others.
The threads in this direction had only recently appeared. They were so dense, and the direction matched as well. It could only be Castel.
Pulling someone from Castel into the connection had actually been part of Theus's plan from the start. He needed someone to share Castel's situation with him and ask what exactly was happening outside.
Castel stood isolated overseas, with far too little contact with the outside world. There was plenty of common knowledge Theus didn't know. He couldn't exactly go ask himself.
As for who that person would be, Theus felt it would most likely be one of the banshees. They were all Transcendents, their connections to him were closer, and there were quite a few of them, making them easy to hit by chance.
But when he sensed the aura coming from the other side of the connection, Theus realized he had guessed wrong.
Zoe listlessly flipped through the novel in her hands. Though she was looking at the book, her thoughts had wandered somewhere else entirely.
At last, she sighed, set the book aside, and slumped onto the table.
For some reason, no matter how hard she tried lately, she simply couldn't get into those knight novels anymore.
They were clearly all her favorite genre, stories she had once cherished most dearly, yet now they could no longer stir her emotions.
When Zoe looked at the plots in those books, she only felt as though she were watching a stage play. The actors onstage performed a carefully constructed story. It was exquisite, clever, and astonishing—yet far removed