"Caesar, huh?" he said in a tone so casual it bordered on dismissive. "I have him."
Silence dropped into the chamber like a stone.
Fulvius and Crassus both jerked upright, eyes widening in disbelief—shock painting their faces as their minds struggled to process what they had just heard.
For several long seconds, the chamber fell into stunned silence.
Crassus was the first to react. His face drained of color, and he pushed himself abruptly to his feet, nearly knocking over the small bronze table beside him.
"Y...You just said…" His voice cracked slightly, disbelief tightening around every word.
Fulvius, though visibly shaken, maintained a shred more composure. Yet even he couldn't hide the shock widening his eyes.
"You have Caesar?" he asked, his tone low and incredulous. "You mean to say… he's in your possession?"
