"So that's how it is."
The words settled heavily between them, sinking into the cold stone and refusing to fade.
They sat around a jagged slab of rock that jutted from the frozen ground like a crude table carved by nature itself. The cavern stretched endlessly beyond the weak glow of their light, its walls veined with pale frost that shimmered faintly whenever someone shifted.
No one spoke for a while.
Raven had finished.
Not just the fragments they already knew. Not just Galafray and the chaos that swallowed it whole. She had unraveled everything. Her childhood beneath gilded ceilings. The suffocating expectations. The quiet rivalries dressed up as courtly smiles. The way her name was never spoken without calculation.
And Eliza.
"Eliza…" Enzo's voice was softer now, stripped of its usual edge.
