A trail full of questions

Cael's hand reached out, trying to grab the black ooze, but it was pointless. Liquid and slightly oily, it seeped between his fingers, rapidly disappearing between the cracks between the wall bricks.

He could sense the ooze moving and changing shape further. Mimi was barely impeded by the solid mass of stone and ground, while Cael…

Cael stared helplessly at his fingers. Empty fingers! She escaped—just like that! Or, more likely, whoever controlled her, because Cael could come up with no better explanation for her behavior.

Was that Dante's doing? The man created Mimi originally. Only he knew how, and what from. Only he knew what special surprises he left inside of her—be that spells or something else. Although Cael did some research and questioned Mimi in the past, he still didn't know even why her aura was so strange.