Ambrose's words still hung in the silence, stretching between them like an invisible force field, impossible to ignore. He looked around the room — making sure no one's listening, no one's watching. Then, he said —
"I am not human."
No one spoke at first. The only sound was the distant hum of the Riftwings still lingering in the sky, circling like vultures above the ruins.
Jake was the first to react, stepping forward with narrowed eyes. His hand hovered near his weapon. "What the hell are you saying?"
Ambrose clenched his fists. His posture was rigid, his breathing steady but unnatural — too measured, too controlled. "I don't remember everything. But I know this much… I wasn't born like you. I was made. I was built."
Arya took a slow step forward. She wasn't afraid. If anything, the revelation only made her more curious. The sensation she had felt earlier — something mechanical pulsing beneath Ambrose's skin — it all made sense now.
