The room itself seemed to groan under the weight of Cassian's final words.
A fallen god, immortal guardians, a cosmic war…
Fredrinn's mind, which had been locked on a single target, a single name, for years, was reeling in the face of this colossal reality.
He had just learned that the brother he had been searching for in a blind well for years was, in fact, a casualty of a war beyond the stars.
Memories flashed before his eyes: Julian's smile, the darkness of the ruin, the blinding light of the stone pressed against his chest…
Everything now took on a different, more terrible meaning.
But in the midst of the pain and grief, Fredrinn's mind, honed as a warrior and a leader, seized upon a flaw in the story.
A logical inconsistency.
He lifted his gaze from the floor and fixed it on Cassian with an icy clarity.
