"After my father contacted you to meet at Caelmoor, right after my mother's execution," Liam began, his tone steady and unhurried, "he told Grandpa Billy there was something he needed to take care of."
Galen listened without blinking, his posture still, but Liam could tell he was absorbing every syllable with far more weight than the others. The rest remained silent, yet none carried the same urgency that simmered behind Galen's calm façade.
"He traveled to the far ends of the Land of Ruins to turn himself into a beacon," Liam continued.
"A beacon?" Mystica echoed, her brows knitting slightly.
"Yeah."
"A beacon of what, exactly?" she pressed.
"Of dark energy—specifically tuned so only Blood Demons could sense it," Liam said, his voice even despite the heaviness of the revelation.
Their reactions split across the room—shock, confusion, dread—but Mystica was the first to recover enough to speak.
