(A few days earlier, Planet Ixtal, Leo and Soron's POV)
*Steam rising*
*Sunlight pouring through tinted glass*
Soron sat across from Leo with a warm teacup cradled in his hands, thin wisps of steam curling upward as golden light spilled through the windows and painted half his face in soft warmth, while the other half remained steeped in shadow, thoughtful and unreadable.
He listened without interruption, eyes lowered to the surface of the tea as though the answer might be waiting there.
"Think about it, Cult Master," Leo said steadily, leaning forward just enough to show conviction without urgency.
"If you cut open a pathway to the Fourth Dimension at exactly ninety-four point four four degrees from the heart of The Pit, you'll find Moltherak waiting on the other side, already coiled and prepared."
Soron's brow twitched almost imperceptibly.
