Elara exhaled dramatically. "Fine, fine. You get partial credit. But only because you actually ate real food today."
Cruzer smirked. "Generous of you."
She rolled her eyes, but there was warmth in her expression. For a moment, it felt like things were normal—just two people sharing a meal, teasing each other, not worrying about survival, tournaments, or assassins lurking in the shadows.
But reality had a way of creeping back in.
Elara's gaze flickered, as if something crossed her mind. She traced the rim of her cup with her finger before speaking again. "You said the guy last night called you incomplete."
Cruzer's smirk faded slightly. "Yeah."
"What do you think he meant?"
That was the question, wasn't it? He had been turning it over in his head since the moment the fight ended. The stranger's words hadn't been a taunt or an insult. It was a fact.
But a fact about what?
"My guess? Something to do with the void," Cruzer admitted. "Maybe my abilities. Maybe me."
