The dim lantern cast long shadows over the tent. Ronan knelt by Blaky's side, hand hovering over the soft fur as he held a thought within the air of this strange energy from her.
It wasn't until finally that Celeste broke the heavy silence by folding her arms over her chest, her voice firm and biting. "Ron, you believe Blaky to be some form of Divine Beast?"
Cian scooted back from the tent's wall, cringing in pain. He spoke steadily and firmly. "See that—it had broken that curse and killed a guy we can't even come near. And if it's not a Divine Beast, what is it?"
Lyra sat on a crate beside Aurelia, furrowing her brow in thought. "It did not use normal magic," she said, narrowing her eyes at Ronan. "That was dark magic—magic that feels a lot like yours."
