Tharion's posture shifted the moment his sharp gaze landed on Eyrx. His easy confidence hardened into something dangerously protective.
He instinctively stepped closer to Thalina, his presence a silent barrier between her and his older brother.
Unlike Tharion, whose true identity was not widely known, Eyrx was unmistakable.
The moment the crowd recognized him, tension crackled through the air.
Gasps spread like wildfire. Males stiffened, their eyes darting warily. Some even stepped forward, subtly placing themselves in front of their females. A silent, unspoken shield.
The females reacted just as swiftly—fear flashing across their monstrous features. Some clutched onto their males, shrinking back, their earlier arrogance melting into unease.
"The First Lord?" someone whispered in disbelief.
"Why is he here?" another muttered, their tail flicking nervously.
"He's a Cursed One. A Casted."
