"We're just as shocked as you are, Mast— I mean, Asher," Liloth Alvado muttered, her chin resting in her palm as she leaned on her desk.
"This is ridiculous," Asher snapped, pacing across the polished floor of her office.
To the left, Freya sat with arms folded, her expression cold. Beside her was Aria, her legs crossed elegantly. Eldoria now had only three official S-Rank hunters left. And they all sat in silence, grim-faced and deep in thought.
"Can I see the body?" Asher asked, his voice low, eyes locked with Liloth's.
He didn't care much whether Veyna lived or died. But something about this felt bigger—off. Veyna had been a pawn, that much was clear. And lately, ever since he killed Hades, ever since he felt that sinister presence in the air, he'd been feeling... watched. Like something was slithering just behind his shoulder, leeching onto him. This had to be connected. It had to.
Liloth raised a brow. "You sure you want to see the corpse?"
He nodded firmly. "Yeah."
