Chapter 235: Of Questions Best Not Asked and Memories Best Left Buried
Retheris and Thalira tilted their heads at the exact same angle.
It was uncanny.
Their expressions mirrored each other perfectly—brows furrowed, lips slightly pursed, small fingers lifting to rest thoughtfully against their chins as though they had been carved from the same mold and simply placed in two different positions.
They thought.
They considered.
Then, in flawless unison—
"What is havoc?"
Silence followed.
A deep, heavy, utterly exhausted silence.
Caleth closed his eyes.
And then he exhaled.
It was not a simple exhale. It was the kind that carried weight—years of patience, weeks of unrest, and a very recent accumulation of events that had tested the limits of even his composure.
"I…" he began and then stopped.
He opened his eyes again and looked at them.
They stared back at him, wide-eyed and expectant, as though they had just asked the most reasonable question in existence.
