I had questions. A lot of them.
And only one person here seemed smug enough to have the answers.
"Wait." I narrowed my eyes, barely resisting the urge to point a finger at empty air where Milena once stood. "What did she mean by 'leaving'?"
Azalea's head snapped toward me. "She—she left the Church of Mal'as."
Like she'd just spat a curse.
Her expression was something between scandalized and grief-stricken, like someone had just taken her precious scriptures and used them to wipe a wine-stained floor.
"She left?" I echoed.
Selene scoffed softly, adjusting her posture like the comment physically inconvenienced her. "You make it sound like I just burned the entire temple down."
"You might as well have!" Azalea barked.
"That's Milena Eiri von Geflügel. Archon of Aves."
"That title," Selene said, voice flattening, "was self-appointed."
