The explanation Erend gave made the room feel different. It settled into the space like weight pressing down on everything at once, and for a moment Yohn said nothing at all.
His eyes drifted away from Erend and moved across the chamber, searching, as if the walls filled with his years of study might somehow offer a contradiction or an answer that could anchor what he had just heard back into something familiar.
His gaze lingered longest on Sylven, and when he found no denial there, only a quiet and steady nod that confirmed every word, the silence deepened further.
Yohn coughed lightly, a small sound that broke the stillness. He straightened in his chair as his mind began to work through it with the discipline of someone who had spent a lifetime confronting the Magical knowledge and beasts.
