The room fell into silence the moment Captain Finn spoke.
Even the wind outside the ship seemed to pause, like the world was waiting to hear what came next.
"They say the Enfi Crystals were made by the Elves themselves," Finn said, his rough voice carrying over the table, "before they vanished."
Liliana's blank expression hardly shifted, but her tone cut the air like a knife. "Vanished? You mean extinct."
Finn shook his head, slow and deliberate, the lamplight glinting off the scar that ran across his cheek. "That's what the history books claim, Countess. But I've been around the border... men who swear they've heard whispers in the woods, singing that isn't wind. You don't just vanish without a trace. Not a race that once shaped the forests to breathe."
Luther set down his cup, gold eyes narrowing slightly, the steam from the tea rising between them like a thin veil.
Extinct, huh? So either the historians are idiots… or someone's lying.
