Thetis's face shifted subtly, her amusement giving way to mild confusion. "She didn't tell you?"
"Tell me what?" I asked, my unease growing.
Her reaction surprised me. For the first time, Thetis looked genuinely taken aback. Her usually composed demeanor faltered as she seemed to grapple with an internal conflict. After a long pause, during which she seemed to weigh the consequences of her next words, she finally spoke.
"Khillea," she began, her voice quieter but no less firm, "is Achilles."
The words hung in the air, heavy and charged, their impact immediate and undeniable. My breath caught, and a sudden silence enveloped the space as her revelation sank in.
Achilles.
I stared at her, my mind reeling. Every interaction I'd had with Khillea, every word, every glance—it all rushed back to me, tinged now with a deeper, more profound significance.
