The orb of light hovered before him, golden and smug, like a divine notification that refused to be swiped away.
Raven stared at it, his arms folding as soon as he heard the question.
He didn't even need to think. He already knew what he was going to ask.
"Tia," he said, his tone even. "Tell me what's coming next. The reason I've been feeling this… tension. Like something's wrong."
Omni drawled. "Man, I swear I'm gonna start laughing if it turns out to be nothing."
Raven didn't reply to the sword because he knew what he was feeling. The unease had been gnawing at him for some time now—like the world itself was holding its breath.
The orb pulsed once—amused and thoughtful—then the reply came.
Tia: "You really don't waste time, do you? Fine, then. Let's see what your precious gut feeling could mean."
Her light dimmed slightly, and when she spoke again, her voice had that playful, dangerous calm of someone about to cause emotional damage.
