Aurora's gaze flicked to the Elder, then back at Atlas. "Not yet," she muttered, almost inaudibly.
Atlas's eyes glimmered, half-lidded, calculating, simmering. "Then tonight… we rest. Tomorrow, we move. And if either of you dare whisper a plan that isn't mine—" His eyes snapped toward the Elder, golden fire sharpening. "…you will see exactly why mortals bleed, and why gods tremble."
The Elder's teeth flashed once more, a small, knowing grin. "As you wish, prophet. Rest, if it strengthens you. But remember… I am patient. Patience is eternal."
Aurora turned, voice low, almost a hiss. "Even patience is a weapon in his hands. And I doubt he will rest while you do."
Atlas exhaled, shoulders relaxing slightly as the tension between threat and necessity coiled in the chamber.
Lidia leaned against him, her body finally succumbing to exhaustion, feathers brushing his side.The Elder and Azezal exchanged glances, each calculating, each ready, but neither breaking the fragile silence.
