The battle had long died down. Adrenaline had been replaced by exhaustion, and the single-minded struggle for survival—the force that had driven them to cast aside all unnecessary thoughts—had faded as well.
Now, hardened by the deaths of comrades and loved ones, only cold logic remained. And with that clarity came a pressing question.
Who were these people really?
Lugh immediately sensed the shift. The atmosphere was changing, the initial gratitude giving way to suspicion. He felt the weight of countless stares, assessing and calculating.
A voice, silent yet clear, slipped into his mind.
It was Xhi.
I'll create an opening. We should flee.
Wait
He stopped her. They had revealed too much. Too much about magic. He understood their fear, humans weren't supposed to be able to wield magic.
That was common sense. But how common was it, really?
