"The thought that my sister might be fighting alone right now," Cora said through gritted teeth. "That she might be captured or killed while I'm here, unable to help her..."
She didn't finish the sentence. She didn't need to. The rage and determination on her face said everything.
Arthur had remained silent throughout this entire exchange. He sat in his chair, watching and listening carefully. His expression was calm and thoughtful.
But internally, his mind was working rapidly. Analyzing. Calculating. Understanding.
'So this is the full picture,' he thought. 'Not just a scattered sect. Not just a missing founder. This is about survivors of an ancient organization powerful enough to have enemies still hunting them centuries after its destruction.'
'Enemies with resources and influence that span multiple realms. Enemies patient enough to hunt for thousands of years. Enemies ruthless enough to destroy an entire organization and then continue pursuing survivors indefinitely.'
