Olga's scowl deepened, her voice sharp as steel.
"Then what is that in your arm, Lenko? What did he do?" She jabbed toward the sigil glowing beneath his forearm bandage, the rest of her body flaring in disbelief.
"Don't play dumb with me. Answer me right now, or I swear I'll rip those bandages off you, Lenko, and turn your young lord into nothing but walking bandages from head to toe."
Her threat wasn't an empty one. The way her eyes burned, the way her shoulders tensed as if ready to lunge again, made it clear she meant every word.
Lenko's composure faltered. He darted a nervous glance toward Keiser, silently pleading for him to say something that might keep her from exploding.
Keiser, slumped but steadying himself, only gave a small shrug. His tone was flat, almost casual, though his eyes betrayed his unease.
"Tethering sigil?"
The words slipped out like a half-formed guess.
He wasn't sure what else to call it, because truthfully, he didn't understand it either.
