Worthy of the Truth
Leon held their gaze, one elder after the other, searching for exaggeration, for myth twisted into legend. He found none. Only certainty.
"And they defeated him?" Leon asked.
Rex nodded slowly. The movement was deliberate, heavy.
"Yes."
Fingers tapped the chair's arm just once, then stopped. Leaning back a little, Leon showed doubt on his face.
"How?" Leon pressed. "If he ruled for centuries and crushed warlords effortlessly, how did five unknown individuals rise and overpower him?"
One glance passed between them, heavy with years of waiting. Not uncertainty, just the weight they'd carried too long. Decades folded into that moment, each face remembering countless mornings spent asking without reply.
Max answered honestly.
"We do not know."
His eyes locked on, face tightening like a slow pull of string. A breath passed before he shifted, gaze cutting closer. Stillness settled between them, heavy but quiet. The moment stretched, thin and sharp.
