Thoren's finger paused slightly on the armrest. His expression did not change, but the air around him seemed to still for a moment.
Immediately, Solenne noticed it.
Of course, she noticed it.
She had seen Thoren face the terrifying beast tides without any fluctuation in his expression. But whenever his sister was mentioned, something cold and sharp always flashed beneath his calm surface.
Unknown to her, the subtle changes in Thoren's demeanor were not solely due to the mention of his sister. It was something else.
Now, with many ruins discovered with each passing day and the history of the Bleeding Desert being unearthed at an alarming speed, Thoren had begun to see fragments of a truth far larger than Mantis Town.
From what he found so far, the Bleeding Desert was not so simple after all. Even though he already expected it, the results from the fragmented ruin scrolls still left him flabbergasted.
This world belonged to an ancient race known as the Veyrath.
