Lady Divine's lips pressed tightly, her sharp eyes narrowing with concern. President William's jaw was tight as stone, his silence heavy with thought. Several of the elders shifted uncomfortably, their unease palpable.
Not everyone, however, was convinced—or pleased.
Emperor Hermes' expression grew dark, his eyes sharp as blades as he turned to Aden. "Are you telling us…" His voice dropped, cold and dangerous. "…that you've been spying on Max this entire time?"
Hermes' tone grew heavier, edged with accusation. "From the way you speak, it's as if you've been keeping track of him since the Lower Domain. Since the very moment he came into contact with the Mourning Depths. Tell me, Aden—how long has the Phoenix God Nation been keeping their eyes on Max Voidwalker?"
