Jude turned and started walking. The entity followed without question.
The man didn't stop him, didn't say another word. But as Jude left the chamber, he could feel the weight of his gaze lingering on him, as though he was already watching the future unfold.
Jude didn't look back.
The streets of Leonork were quieter than usual, the night settling over the city like a heavy blanket. Jude moved with purpose, his mind still reeling from what had happened. The entity followed, silent and obedient, its presence like a second shadow clinging to him. It still unnerved him, the way it existed without existing, how it responded without hesitation. He had control, at least for now. But how long would that last? And what would happen when it began to think for itself?
