Silence filled the meeting room. Naeva had already left, her determined steps fading into the distance, leaving Luke and Ilyrana alone. The weight of the challenge still lingered in the air, but for now, neither of them spoke. Luke leaned back in his chair, arms crossed, while Ilyrana tapped a finger against the wooden table, deep in thought.
Then, she broke the silence.
"Are you sure accepting that challenge was the right thing to do?"
Luke turned his head toward her, blinking.
"Of course. I've got the upper hand. No way I'll lose."
"That's not what I meant," Ilyrana sighed, shaking her head slightly. She paused for a moment before looking at him. "Is it fair?"
"Fair? What do you mean?" Luke frowned.
She leaned forward, resting her chin on her palm.
