Mabel's lips pressed into a thin, contemplative line.
"That's impossible," she admitted slowly, though the words came with a reluctant edge. "There's no official record stating Sylvathar can cast spatial magic… at least, not that we've seen."
Liam gave a quiet nod of agreement and fell into thoughtful silence for a few seconds. Then, something clicked in his mind—Mourne.
"What if Sylvathar isn't the one doing the hiding?" he said aloud, almost as if thinking through it in real time.
Mabel's eyes widened slightly, her mind catching up to his implication. "You mean… a hybrid with spatial affinity?"
