Elias stretched his arms, leaning back slightly against a nearby boulder, his expression thoughtful but calm. "I think I'll save the rest of that story for another time," he said casually as if the tale of ancient battles and terrifying demons were nothing more than an anecdote to be shared over tea.
Ethan, standing nearby, blinked in mild disbelief. "Wait, what?" he asked, his tone less indignant and more genuinely puzzled. "You're stopping there?"
Marie chuckled softly, leaning on her staff. "Oh, come on, Ethan. You can't expect Elias to spill all his tales in one sitting. He has to keep us on the edge of our seats, after all."
Even Celia, who rarely indulged in laughter, let out a faint smile. Elias simply shrugged, unbothered by Ethan's reaction. "There's still work to be done today," he said, his tone firm but not without a hint of mischief. "Can't let the past get in the way of the present, can we?"
