"What? He killed a Behemoth?"
"...By mistake?"
Their voices overlapped in fragmented disbelief, as if their minds refused to fully process the revelation.
Both Sage Mack and Ascendant Zion turned to stare at Paragon Raizel, their expressions caught between shock and incredulity.
Raizel, however, merely scratched the back of his head, his laughter slow and almost too casual.
"Ha, ha, ha… That just slipped out, boy. Don't mind me." He waved a hand lazily. "When you get old, your mouth gets real loose. Haha. You'll understand when you reach my age."
Northern said nothing, his expression darkening. A shadow of malice flickered across his face.
The Ascendant and Sage turned to him simultaneously.
"Is Paragon Raizel really telling the truth? Did you actually kill a Behemoth—"
"...By mistake?" Sage Mack emphasized, as if that part was particularly important.
