Trafalgar's gaze shifted slightly, the pieces beginning to align on their own. His thoughts moved away from bloodlines and legacy and settled on something more immediate, more concrete.
"The Council," he said after a moment. "That time." His eyes narrowed faintly. "What you gave me. What you forced onto me." He paused. "That protects me from the Void Creatures, doesn't it?"
Rhosyn answered without hesitation.
"Yes."
She did not elaborate right away, allowing the confirmation to settle before continuing.
"It hides your trace," she said. "Void Creatures are drawn to Primordial blood. They sense it instinctively, like a signal they cannot ignore." Her voice remained calm, factual. "When they detect it, they create Rifts as close to the source as possible."
Trafalgar's expression tightened slightly.
"That's why they appeared when you arrived," he said.
Rhosyn nodded.
"Yes. My presence was enough."
The silence that followed carried a different weight now, sharper at the edges.
