Alexandria didn't say anything.
She just turned.
Quiet. Controlled. No dramatic gasp, no angry outburst. Just a small step back, a blink, and then her heels clicked softly as she walked out of the forge room. Like she wasn't walking away from a heartbreak, but from a meeting that had gone on too long.
Still, everybody noticed.
Even the forge, with its low flame and creaking metal, seemed to dim just a little more.
Kaiden looked up, eyes following her retreating form, brows pulling together like he was going to say something—but didn't. Maybe he didn't know what to say. Maybe he wasn't supposed to.
Aurora didn't turn. She knew.
Jordan rubbed the back of his neck, glanced around. Everyone else was still rooted in place—processing. The truth, the kid, the Spiral, the future. All of it.
But Jordan, he stepped away.
"I got it," he muttered before Alfred or Draken could even say anything.
He jogged after her, boots echoing across stone as he turned the corner.
