A few minutes earlier.
After Victor and Rodolf had appeared and revealed everything, the atmosphere had shifted. The truth they spoke was almost impossible to believe, yet Beatrice had been the first to accept it. Her instincts had been screaming for the past hour that something wasn't right—an itch beneath her skin, a sense of wrongness she couldn't name. Victor's revelation only confirmed what her heart already knew.
They had explained everything to Harvey and Evan, urging them to reach Cyril directly and demand the truth from him, while also securing the Prophetess at once. The matter was far too delicate to risk hesitation. Victor and Alector had joined the two for added assurance.
Rodolf had wanted to go as well, but something stopped him. He lifted his head slightly, nostrils flaring as he caught a faint scent in the air.
"Percy…."
He froze.
"What about Percy?" Beatrice asked, noticing his sudden tension. A frown furrowed her brow.
