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The hall did not recover quickly.
Whispers began as faint ripples and grew into a restless tide, curling through the gathered nobles like wind through dry leaves. Eyes followed Anna—some filled with disbelief, others with suspicion, and a few with something far more dangerous.
Greed.
Anna stood frozen at the center of it all, the Wind Whisperer still resting in her hands.
It didn't feel foreign.
That was the strangest part.
It should have been heavy, unfamiliar—something sacred and distant. Instead, it fit against her palms as if it had always belonged there, the cool surface warming steadily beneath her touch.
Her heartbeat echoed loudly in her ears.
"I didn't…" she murmured, almost to herself. "I didn't call it."
"No," Renji said quietly beside her, eyes still fixed on the weapon. "It came to you."
"That's worse."
He let out a soft, humorless chuckle. "Way worse."
At the front, Lord Kazan raised a single hand.
The murmurs died instantly.
His gaze swept across the hall before settling slowly, deliberately on Anna.
"Step forward."
The command was calm.
But absolute.
Anna hesitated.
Renji leaned slightly toward her. "If you run now, it'll look very guilty."
"I'm not guilty of anything!"
"Then walk," he said simply.
Swallowing her unease, Anna moved.
Each step felt heavier than the last, the eyes of the entire hall pressing against her back. The distance to the front seemed to stretch unnaturally, as though the world itself resisted her approach.
When she finally stopped before Lord Kazan, she forced herself to meet his gaze.
Up close, his presence was… suffocating.
Not loud.
Not obvious.
But sharp. Focused.
Uncomfortably aware.
"The Wind Whisperer," he said, his voice measured, "has never chosen without reason."
Anna tightened her grip slightly. "Then it made a mistake."
A faint pause.
Not long but enough for the room to feel it.
Lord Kazan's lips curved just slightly.
"Artifacts like this do not make mistakes."
Renji, still a few steps behind, muttered under his breath, "That's reassuring. Really. Love that for us."
Anna ignored him.
"I'm not from here," she said, her voice steadier now. "I don't even understand what this is."
"Understanding," Lord Kazan replied, "is not a requirement for destiny."
Renji let out a quiet sigh. "He's doing the cryptic thing again."
This time, Anna almost smiled.
Almost.
Lord Kazan turned slightly, addressing the room once more. "This matter requires clarity. Until then, the Wind Whisperer will remain in her possession."
A wave of quiet shock passed through the crowd.
"No—" someone began, but stopped immediately under his gaze.
He looked back at Anna. "You will come with me."
Anna stiffened.
Renji stepped forward. "She doesn't go anywhere alone."
Lord Kazan's eyes flicked to him.
For a brief moment, the air between them sharpened.
Then...
"Very well," Kazan said. "You may accompany her."
Renji blinked. "…Oh. That worked."
Anna exhaled slowly.
"Move," Kazan said.
And just like that, the crowd parted once more.
The corridors beyond the hall were quieter.
Dim lanterns cast long shadows across the stone walls, their light swaying gently with each passing draft. The noise of the gathering faded behind them, replaced by a heavy, expectant silence.
Anna walked beside Lord Kazan, the Wind Whisperer still in her grasp. Renji followed just behind, unusually quiet for once.
After a while, he leaned closer to her. "If this turns into an interrogation, I'm blaming you."
"I didn't ask for this."
"You literally attracted a legendary weapon in front of everyone."
"I didn't attract it!"
Renji shrugged. "It disagrees."
Anna groaned softly.
Ahead of them, Lord Kazan stopped.
A door stood before them—simple, unadorned, yet carrying a strange, suffocating presence.
He pushed it open.
"Inside."
Anna stepped in first.
Renji moved to follow—
"Not you."
Renji froze. "Excuse me?"
Lord Kazan's voice did not rise. "Wait outside."
Renji crossed his arms. "That wasn't the deal."
"It was not a negotiation."
For a moment, tension tightened.
Then Anna spoke. "It's fine."
He looked at her immediately. "It's not fine."
"I'll be okay." she gesture the Wind whisperer in her hand
Renji hesitated.
Then, reluctantly, he stepped back. "If anything happens, I'm breaking that door."
"Noted."
The door closed.
And suddenly—
It was just the two of them.
The room felt wrong.
Not physically.
But in a way Anna couldn't explain—like something unseen was pressing in from all sides.
A single lantern burned dimly.
The shadows felt deeper here.
Heavier.
Anna didn't move.
Neither did Kazan.
But his eyes—
They didn't leave her.
Not for a second.
"You're afraid," he said softly.
Anna swallowed. "Shouldn't I be?"
A slow smile appeared.
Not warm.
Not kind.
"Good."
Her grip tightened on the Wind Whisperer.
"That means you're paying attention."
He stepped closer.
Anna immediately stepped back.
The movement was instinctive.
And he noticed.
Of course he did.
Something flickered in his expression.
Interest.
Satisfaction.
"You're not from this world," he said.
"That doesn't mean I belong to you," Anna snapped.
A pause.
Then—
A quiet chuckle.
"No," Kazan said. "Not yet."
The words hit harder than they should have.
Anna's heartbeat sped up.
The air felt thinner.
"You don't get to decide anything about me," she said.
Kazan tilted his head slightly, studying her.
"You think this is about choice?" he asked.
Silence.
Then—
He took another step forward.
Closer.
Too close.
"You appeared where you shouldn't exist," he continued. "You changed what should not change. And now—"
His gaze dropped briefly to the weapon in her hands.
"—it chose you."
Anna's fingers tightened.
"I didn't ask for that."
"No," he said softly. "Which makes it… more interesting."
A chill ran down her spine.
There was something deeply unsettling in the way he looked at her.
Not curiosity.
Not admiration.
Something sharper.
Something that lingered too long.
"You're watching me like I'm a puzzle," Anna said quietly.
Kazan's smile deepened.
"You are."
"I'm not something to solve."
"We'll see."
The Wind Whisperer hummed faintly.
As if reacting.
As if warning her.
Anna took another step back.
"I want to leave."
"You won't," he said calmly.
Her stomach dropped.
"Why?"
Kazan met her eyes.
"Because," he said softly, "you're the first thing in a very long time… that I cannot predict. Nahan"
Silence filled the room.
Heavy.
Uncomfortable.
Dangerous.
And in that moment—
Anna knew.
She was not safe here.
Not with him.
Not even close.
Elsewhere—
The palace of Prince Shang stood silent beneath the night sky.
Shou Feng walked through its gates like a blade cutting through still water—calm on the surface, deadly beneath.
He entered without announcement.
Without hesitation.
The doors to the chamber opened.
Prince Shang stood waiting.
"Shou Feng," he said smoothly. "You came."
No response.
No greeting.
Shou Feng stepped forward slowly.
Stopped.
"…Why?"
Prince Shang smiled. "I'm not sure what you mean."
Shou Feng's voice dropped.
"Why did you send her?"
A pause.
Then—
Recognition.
A shift in the air.
"She was your fiancée," Prince Shang said lightly.
"You knew."
"I suspected."
Silence.
Heavy.
Tight.
"Slow poison," Shou Feng said. "Careful. Gradual."
No denial.
No apology.
Just that same smile.
Then—
A quiet laugh.
"Tell me," Prince Shang said softly, "did it hurt?"
Everything snapped.
A sharp sound cut through the room—
A slash.
Then
A scream.
Loud.
Raw.
Breaking.
Furniture crashed.
Something hit the ground.
Another strangled cry
Cut short.
And then
Silence.
Thick.
Unmoving.
Unforgiving.
In another part of the palace—
Behind a closed door—
Anna stood alone with Lord Kazan.
The Wind Whisperer hummed softly in her hands.
And Kazan watched her.
Not like a ruler.
Not like a protector.
But like something far more dangerous predictor.
Something that had already decided she wasn't leaving his sight anytime soon.
Anna didn't move.
Didn't speak.
But her instincts screamed one thing, over and over
Run.
To be continued…