The path to the mansion climbed through the mountain in long stone arteries, warmer with every turn, though warmth was a generous word inside Morgain walls. Frost clung where it pleased. The castle had never cared much for comfort, and it had never pretended otherwise.
Caelum walked half a step ahead. Moses kept pace beside him, armor scraping faintly with each stride. He had stopped looking around like a man coming home, and started looking like a captain marking ambush points inside his own house, which, for a Morgain, was close enough to nostalgia.
"Start with Trafalgar," Moses said.
Caelum did not slow. "Of every change in this house, you go straight for the largest one."
"I asked for what I missed, not a tour of dead traditions. And in the last hour his name has crawled into a dozen places it had no business being. So tell me why."
"His talent was revealed, it is SSS."
