Where History Was Rewritten
The air in the room seemed to thin.
"He broke the seal," Rex continued. "And Gary opened it."
Leon did not move.
But his eyes— Shifted Slightly. Cold. Interested. Calculating.
The oil lamp against the far wall hissed softly, its flame bending as if even it felt the shift in the room. Shadows stretched long across the floorboards, crawling up the old men's robes. No one breathed too loudly. No one dared.
Then Leon spoke.
"So," he said evenly, voice low and measured, "Gary obtained the treasure. Whatever it was you tried to guard."
It wasn't a question. It was a blade laid flat on the table.
The three old men exchanged a look—silent, heavy, the kind that carried decades of shared secrets.
Lux was the first to shake his head.
"No."
Leon's gaze sharpened. "You said he opened it."
Max nodded slowly. "He did."
