As soon as Damian's figure completely vanished from the strange mental space, the smile on Sol's face disappeared as though it had never existed. The warmth in his expression faded, leaving behind the cold and calculating gaze of a man who had survived countless schemes and betrayals. He stared at the empty space where Damian had been before slowly turning his head toward Leo.
"What do you think?" Sol asked, his voice calm but noticeably colder than before. "Is he playing tricks?"
Leo frowned deeply as uncertainty filled the golden lion's expression. For a creature that had spent centuries judging the intentions of powerful beings, Damian was proving unusually difficult to understand.
