"Well, I'm sorry to disappoint you… but Lugh is dead."
The whole room went still. The words lingered, heavy and unwelcome.
"You don't seem surprised,"
Selaphiel's voice echoed, smooth and sharp, like a blade of ice.
Victor blinked, as though coming out of a daze.
"No, what? How? What do you mean he's dead?"
Selaphiel leaned forward slightly, the candlelight casting shadows beneath her cheekbones. Her eyes, two calm voids, held an unfathomable depth.
"What else could I mean?"
Victor remained silent. His mask cracked for a brief moment, but his expression immediately retur e dark to normal
Selaphiel leaned back, composed.
"It's exactly as it sounds. Due to our negligence, Lugh was killed last night. An Assassination."
"Oh. Wow…"
Victor exhaled slowly, trying to regain footing.
"How did this even happen? And nobody's even heard of it?"
Selaphiel raised a single brow, razor-sharp in its scrutiny.
"You haven't heard of it?"
