The glass in Caelum's hand shattered—he hadn't even noticed he was squeezing it until blood trickled down his fingers.
He stared out the tall window, past the chaos in the hall, past the shaken nobles, and up at the sky.
The clouds were still split apart in a gaping wound that stretched across the heavens. And below it, standing calmly in the fading light, was Fray Dalma.
Caelum narrowed his eyes.
What... is that?
They had dossiers on every member of the Five Families. Secrets, tactics, even forbidden spells. Yet… there had been no mention of this. Nothing like that.
Is the Dalma family hiding more cards? Or is it just this kid?
His gaze sharpened, resting on Fray's figure—still calm, still composed, like the destruction hadn't fazed him at all.
"Fray…" Caelum muttered. "He might be dangerous."
But his thoughts were cut off.
A chilling aura filled the grand hall like frost spreading across glass.
Caelum's eyes shifted.
