"I do know her," Lucien said at last, his lips curving into a faint smile that seemed to carry both amusement and weight. His red eyes glinted faintly as he added, "And she even has a message for you."
Max's entire body stiffened. His crimson aura pulsed sharply, the scarlet flames flickering like wild embers. "Message?" he asked quickly, almost stumbling over his words. "What message? And how do you know her? Why isn't she contacting me directly?"
The questions poured out in rapid succession, his voice trembling with a mix of hope and frustration.
For years, so many unanswered questions had burned inside him. Why had she vanished? Why had she never reached out? Why was he left searching endlessly, while she—his sister, Freya Voidwalker—remained out of reach? Now, with Lucien standing calmly before him, all of those questions clawed to the surface at once.
