Trafalgar rose from his seat without bowing, without offering a single word of farewell. He simply turned and walked toward the obsidian doors, coat brushing softly against the blackstone floor. The chamber's cold light followed him until the doors shut behind him with a heavy, echoing thud.
Valttair stared at the empty space Trafalgar had left behind.
"…Caelum."
Caelum stepped forward, heels clicking sharply together.
"Ensure he does not die."
Caelum's expression didn't shift—not even a muscle twitched.
"Do not worry. I already intended to do so."
Then—without a ripple of mana, without so much as a breath—he vanished. One moment present, the next simply gone, like a shadow dismissed.
Silence enveloped the war chamber.
Valttair exhaled slowly, lifting two fingers to pinch the bridge of his nose.
A weary sigh escaped him—not emotional, not pained… but complicated.
"…Problem child," he murmured.
