Caelum extended his hand toward Zane, a faint smile tugging at his lips.
Zane grasped it firmly, their brief handshake carrying an unspoken understanding — calm, steady, and unreadable to the others.
Lucen leaned back slightly, his gaze shifting from Caelum to the sealed cells behind the barrier.
"So," he began, his tone measured, "what did you say before… about them serving the Abyssals?"
Mira cleared her throat softly, breaking the heavy silence.
"Umm… perhaps we should continue this somewhere else," she said, glancing toward the fifth cell.
Inside, the floor was slick with blackened blood. The headless corpses of the prisoners twitched faintly, still steaming from the remnants of the curse that consumed them. A faint metallic scent lingered in the air, thick and suffocating.
Lucen gave a slow nod. "You're right."
