"Sure," Nox said, dismissing the water blade he'd been practicing with. Dorran gave a low whistle, and his shark ceased circling, hovering nearby.
Lyra gestured for them to follow her to a more secluded part of the courtyard, away from the occasional guard patrol. Coralia followed, her expression typically unreadable.
"We've spoken with the king," Lyra began in a low voice. "The situation with the Devotees is deteriorating. Kaelen's attack on that patrol was a declaration. They're becoming bolder, stronger. The king believes they may attempt to disrupt the Royal Hunt itself."
"Great," Dorran muttered. "So it's not just about hunting monsters anymore—it's about watching our backs for fanatics with tridents."
"You're not wrong," Coralia nodded. "Which is why we're proposing an alliance. For the hunt."
Nox studied them with slightly narrowed eyes. "You want to form a team with us?"
