"I didn't destroy the rift's core," Cecilia said. "I assumed it was you. I saw it embedded inside the giant octopus's flesh. Like a tumor, really, very gross and I figured you must have dragged the whole creature to the surface, hauled it into the sky and burned it there."
She paused, her brow furrowing. But her reverse-engineering of the situation didn't add up.
"I was thinking you were using the difference in water and air pressure against that deep-sea creature, and also because the sky is more your domain than the depth of the ocean, I thought…"
She trailed off, her eyes narrowing at Oathran, suspicious. "But that wasn't your usual fire, was it?"
Oathran was speechless.
Not at all dignified and stoic, his silence wasn't him choosing not to speak. Oathran's brain blanked. His brain had been presented with information it couldn't immediately process.
