Simon's surprise was genuine this time.
He had just confirmed that his fourth Seed of Sin was Gluttony. Yet Dread Crown had spoken as though the power used on Joren's corpse belonged to the Devourers, not the seed.
The other elders seemed equally convinced.
What had made them so certain?
"I don't know what you mean," Simon said. "This is my first time hearing about the Devourers. I don't know what powers they have."
Grand Elder Dread Crown remained silent.
His attention moved from Simon's face to his hands, then returned to his eyes. Simon waited with the same puzzled expression, neither avoiding his scrutiny nor rushing to fill the silence.
There was nothing Dread Crown could identify as a sign of deceit. His breathing remained steady, his body showed no tension, and even the faint fluctuations of his mental energy betrayed no unease.
The Grand Elder frowned.
"Then explain how you absorbed the essence within Joren's corpse and used it to permanently strengthen yourself."
