Chapter 837 From The Mortal World
- The man shook his head. "I'm not a child of the mortal world. This jacket was a gift—hand-stitched by a friend. I'm here because of him, in fact."
- "So your friend truly came from the mortal world?" Jaziel pressed, unable to hide a sudden thread of kinship.
- A faint warmth stirred within him; meeting anyone tied to his birthplace always felt like glimpsing home through a crack in the clouds.