"Then I won't." Her response was straightforward, almost too easy.
"Really?" Lumien couldn't hide the skepticism in his voice. He found it hard to believe his mischievous sister would agree to his demand without conditions.
Azalea chuckled softly at his doubt. "At first, I felt obligated to tell them, thinking it was the best way to keep you safe. But after talking to you, I realized that telling them might not be the best idea. You know, I'm someone who can accept strange things more easily than most, and even I was shocked by all this. If I tell them, they'd definitely overreact—and probably make things worse for you. They've got so much on their plate already. I don't want to add more stress to their lives unnecessarily."
Lumien stared in stunned silence at the spot where the rock once stood. Now, only a few scattered rubble pieces remained, none of which were larger than his palm. The rest had disintegrated into fine debris.
