Adam's crimson eyes bored into Hilt's pale, trembling face. His voice was flat, but there was an edge beneath it, a controlled fury that made the blacksmith's blood run cold.
"Can you still repair the compass?"
Hilt's throat bobbed. Her voice came out a whisper, hoarse and cracked.
"I... I can't." She swallowed, her eyes darting toward the ruined forge, the bodies, the blood. "It's impossible to repair ancient artifacts, let alone one of legendary rank. That's... that's just how it is."
Lilith's serene smile didn't waver, but her crimson eyes sharpened.
"Ah. So we were deceived after all."
Ignis's flames flared. Her golden eyes blazed with indignation.
"How dare he trick us?!"
Then the air changed.
Adam's aura surged.
