The silence in the room lingered like mist. Raven's question, 'Where's Crisaius?' still hung in the air, unanswered.
Lia's fingers twisted around the hem of her sleeve. Argon's eyes stayed fixed on the fading sunlight through the window. Both looked like they'd rather fight a dragon than continue that conversation.
Before Raven could press further, a wild, unhinged laugh rolled through the castle halls.
It wasn't the kind of laughter that came from joy.
It was the kind that made furniture consider retirement.
Jessy groaned. "...Why does that sound like someone who drank chaos for breakfast?"
The next second, footsteps were heard before the heavy doors of the chamber were swung open with a dramatic thud.
And a young man, who seemed to be in his early twenties, hair as white as snowfall, eyes glowing crimson, and a smirk that could make the gods themselves file restraining orders, walked in.
