Chapter 915: What a Frightening Anomaly [Bonus]

He extended his hand slightly, preparing to tug on the bond he held with Serika and Feng: strong and vivid within his soul. Yet… just as the familiar sensation of his soul's grasp began to pulse outward…

He hesitated.

A frown flickered across his face.

"…Wait," he muttered, lowering his hand slightly. "I just realized… can't you two enter instead? It would be easier if I just brought you in, rather than trying to pull them out."

The bright smiles of his mothers froze for a beat, almost imperceptibly.

An awkward silence hung in the air.

It was Malakar, leaning against the wall, who broke it first. His voice was a tired, dry rumble.

"It won't work," he declared flatly.

Quinlan let out a slow breath, nodding. Of course. His mothers, Primordials though they were, were still tethered to this realm. Exile wasn't so easily undone.