Capricorn didn't move.
Not when Aries whispered his name.
Not when the priest began to stammer prayers half-snatched from holy scrolls.
He simply stared.
That harbinger mark no, that wound wasn't a warning. It was a memory. A prophecy branded into stone before mortals learned fire.
And now it was here. In Quorva.
On his mission.
"Cap," Aries said again, quieter. "You know what that thing is."
He nodded, barely.
"Then what the hell is it?"
Capricorn didn't answer. He stepped forward, sudden sharp and slammed his fist into the mark.
The wall shattered. Symbol and all, consumed in a violent, angular collapse of Soel-seared debris.
Dust rained down.
The priest stumbled back.
Aries flinched.
Capricorn stood in the fallout, hand still raised, eyes shadowed in the swirl.
"No one can see that symbol," he said. Each word landed like a decree. "It would unravel what little control these people have left."