Razeal gave King Julius one last glance.. then turned away and began walking toward where Sofia, Maria, and Arthur were standing together.
Reaching there.
"Alright," he said calmly, lifting the deep-blue compass in his hand so they could see it. "Let's go. I finally got the location."
The needle trembled once, then fixed itself unwaveringly in a single direction.
"We should leave early," he added, his tone already shifting into planning mode. "The king said it's very far. Even at our speed, it'll take more than seven or eight days to reach."
But.. No reply came.
Razeal slowed, then stopped altogether.
Maria and Sofia were staring at him.
Not casually or curiously.
They were looking at his face with sharp, unwavering intensity.. two different kinds of focus, heavy enough to make the air feel tight. Sofia's eyes were bright, probing, expectant. Maria's were colder, darker, carrying something restrained and unsettled.
The silence stretched.
