The room went quiet after Trafalgar's question.
Selara kept her eyes on Esmond, waiting for the answer with the kind of attention that made the ruined chamber feel smaller. Whatever hatred lived in her now, curiosity stood beside it. Esmond had been her master once. A monster, yes, but also the man who had taught her enough to recognize how deep his crimes went. If the Vaelion had kept him alive, if they had placed tools in his hands again after everything he had done, then this was no longer only about Esmond.
Caelum watched as well.
