The battlefield went silent.
It was a profound, ringing silence that had nothing to do with the physical shock of the fighting, the presence of the Hunger Beyond, or the terrifying realization that their reality had just narrowly escaped absolute collapse. This silence was born of a single question. A simple, melodic question that cut through the dying winds of the plaza like a razor-sharp blade.
"Tell me, little king," the silver-haired woman murmured, her deep golden eyes remaining locked onto Orion. "How much has he told you about the other seven?"
Orion didn't answer immediately. Instead, his gaze flicked to the side.
The Old Bastard had instantly looked away, his translucent gaze suddenly finding a particularly interesting patch of ruined cobblestone near his spectral boots.
*Interesting. Very interesting.*
