Elion inhaled, slow and steady, forcing air past the invisible weight crushing his chest.
His back straightened.
His heart slowed.
And when he lifted his head, his silver eyes were like blades.
"I am Elion," he said quietly.
Cedric raised a brow.
"Always have been," Elion continued. "Always will be."
He swept his gaze across all four of them.
"What you think happened in that dungeon… what you want to know… your curiosity—"His lips curled into something that resembled a smile."—none of that is my problem."
The temperature in the room plummeted.
Even Celeste's eyes widened slightly.
The upper-year's aura thickened, filling the room like black smoke.
Elion didn't stop.
"I will," he said firmly, "reserve my right to remain silent."
Silence fell.
Even Liora's lollipop cracked between her teeth.
And the upper-year finally leaned forward, eyes narrowing with lethal interest.
"Elion Nova…" he murmured. "…you are either very brave…"
