Something in her tone shifted, a subtle tightening of the air between them, a change in frequency that Rex caught instantly. His instincts, honed by countless near-death encounters and the brutal lessons of Kaeleth's domain, flared to life.
"Talked about where?" Rex asked, his voice flat but dangerous.
His mind was already cataloguing the implications. In his world, 'talk' was never just conversation; it was reconnaissance.
It was the prelude to an assassination attempt.
Lustia's smile remained fixed on her lips, but her eyes sharpened, losing their playful sheen and replacing it with something guarded, something ancient. "Among circles that pay attention to this sort of thing."
"The kind of circles where existence itself is a currency." She paused, letting the weight of her words settle like ash. "The divine framework doesn't move quickly, Rex, and it doesn't move loudly; it moves with the inevitability of a landslide, but it does move."
