Mesofus raised his eyebrows slightly, regarding Lein with unusual seriousness.
"Are you absolutely certain?" he asked again, his voice low, deliberate, like he needed to hear it one more time to believe it.
Lein nodded firmly. The memory of that threat was still vivid in his mind. "Yes. He said it clearly before I ended him 'The Hunter Association of the Dawnlight Cosmos will avenge us.'"
A faint smirk tugged at the corners of Mesofus's lips. He rose to his full height, eyes gleaming with something unreadable.
Then, without another word, he raised his hand and began drawing glowing symbols in midair lines of golden light that hovered like a living script. His fingers moved gracefully, deliberately, as if writing a message not meant to be spoken.
Lein watched in silence, tension winding tighter in his chest.
The golden script shimmered for a moment, then faded into nothingness, absorbed by the air itself.
And Mesofus, he smiled again, this time darker. Sharper.
