The two young men nodded grimly at Lumin's words.
The name "Lament Shroud" carried an eerie weight, like a grief given form.
Aeron's golden eyes flickered with unease. "Why that name?" he asked, fingers tightening around his quill.
Lumin smiled faintly as he replied.
"Because it doesn't just kill. It wraps its victims in a veil of sorrow and mist, making them relive their worst memories before they even realize they're trapped." His monocle gleamed as he tilted his head. "You saw what it nearly did to the baron."
A shudder ran through Aeron's shoulders. They had seen it firsthand, how the creature had twisted the baron's grief into a weapon against himself. Without Lumin's intervention...
Zephyr's silver eyes narrowed slightly. "Putting names aside," he said coolly, "what else do you know?"
Lumin nodded. "Let me see your notes first. No point repeating what you've already uncovered."
He leaned forward, scanning their meticulous records:
