Chương 53: A little Walk

Elion's heart clenched. "What?"

In swift motion, he stood, his sudden movements causing Verion and Elara to exchange worried glances.

"Elion, what is it?" Elara asked, her voice tinged with concern. Verion, already gripping the hilt of his weapon, narrowed his eyes. "What happened?"

Elion turned his back to them, his gaze fixed on the window. The flickering lights of Dandelion City glimmered in the distance.

His mind raced as he recalled Graviel's intervention—how he had erased any memory of the puppet from Elara and Verion. He couldn't share the truth.

"It's nothing," Elion said flatly, though his tone carried a faint edge.

Following Elion's gaze, he peered out the window. Verion's grip on his weapon tightened, his sharp eyes darted across the landscape, and his posture shifted.

"These Vossmers bastard," he growled. "Did they send assassins already?"