Nameless clenched his fists, his frustration building as his voice grew louder, cutting through the tense air. "The fox demon called me 'Tarath.' Why?"
Immortal Elyon froze, his body stiffening as if a sudden weight had descended upon him. Slowly, he turned back to Nameless, his expression shifting from dismissal to something darker—grave and filled with unease.
His heart pounded in his chest as he stared at his pupil, the words echoing in his mind. "What did you say?" he asked, his voice quiet but tinged with urgency.
Nameless watched as his master cautiously stepped toward him, concern etched into his face. Elyon placed a firm hand on Nameless's shoulder, his grip steady yet tense. He opened his mouth as if to reply, but the words caught in his throat, choking him.
Silence lingered, only broken by Elyon's measured breath as he closed his eyes, swallowed hard, and finally met Nameless's gaze.
"It's... nonsense," Elyon said, his voice faltering but filled with conviction.
