"Who the fuck is yelling their throat out in my earssssss…?"
The words cut through the air like a blade.
All three of them..Yograj, Maria, and Levy fell silent mid-discussion. Their heads snapped toward the source. Aurora, who had been leaning lazily against the railing, straightened also.
There he was.
Razeal had suddenly stirred from his slouched posture, eyes cracking open like a predator finally roused from its sleep as what they thought it was. He pushed himself up, rolling his shoulders as though shaking off the heaviness of a long nap. His gaze swept across them with mild irritation, sharp enough to make the old man flinch ever so slightly.
"What's going on here?" Razeal asked, his voice lower this time, though still carrying that edge of irritation. He rotated his shoulders with a soft crack before brushing a stray lock of hair from his eyes. "And whose damn screaming was that?"
