The tension in the archive room seemed to thicken after Silas finished speaking. His words lingered in the cold air, bouncing softly off the ancient stone walls. Some of us spent centuries building the very cages we are now helping you break. For several seconds, Ariana said nothing. The candles around the room flickered, throwing restless shadows across the shelves of ancient records. Dust floated lazily through the golden light, but Ariana barely noticed it. Her attention remained fixed on Silas. Something had shifted. Not in the room. In the way she saw him. Ariana slowly stepped forward, her violet eyes narrowing as she studied the man who had trained her, challenged her, and somehow always seemed to know more than he was willing to say. “You were one of High Alpha Cassian’s strategists.” It wasn't a question. It was a realization. Suddenly, all those strange pieces of Silas's knowledge began falling into place. His effortless understanding of the Norther
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