"Who's Caius?!" Narg asked, the confusion in his voice cutting through the room as he tried to make sense of what the fox had just said.
Ariel didn't bother answering him.
Instead, she simply turned and walked off with that same careless stride, as if the question didn't deserve a response, as if the only reaction that mattered had already been given. And it had—mine. The moment I froze, she knew I recognized the name, and that was enough for her.
Narg's jaw tightened, irritation flashing across his face at the blatant disregard, his fingers curling slightly like he was holding himself back from snapping at her retreating figure. The silence she left behind only made it worse.
Before he could say anything else, Gork spoke up.
"It's the name of the head of the Crimson Bastion clan."
His tone wasn't uncertain. If anything, there was a weight to it, like he understood exactly what that name carried.
