In an era when knowledge was banned, the physician Lyle had to be extremely cautious even in academic research, an invitation from the Andrei Academy materialized before his eyes. The Andrei Academy of Cassandale? Lyle peered closely at the tombstone before him, hissing, "Ah, the scholars here really know how to pick a spot."
The glow of the holy light faded within the temple, and Mr. Raymond seemed to linger on the experience. All shadowy versions of Nia had dissipated, and in the empty heart of the temple, that huge mass of flesh was pulsating vigorously. The hanging tentacles transmitted the vibrations to the ceiling, dislodging some dust. Raymond looked expectantly at the mass of flesh—that was the Seed of Holy Light he had long coveted.