Denzel's jaw tightened, his fists clenching at his sides. His tone was sharp, resolute. "We'll find him. There's no other option."
Devonte's gaze darkened, his voice cold as steel. "And when we do, they'll regret ever crossing this kingdom."
Denzel's eyes flicked to Zara, who leaned heavily against the railing, her breaths uneven and her face pale. He softened, though his urgency remained. "Zara, you can't stay here. It's too dangerous. Your guards will be doubled, but until this ends, trust no one."
Zara opened her mouth as if to protest, but the weight of the situation—and the fresh memory of the rogue's attack—rooted her words in silence. With a hesitant nod, she gripped the railing tighter, her trembling hands betraying her composure.
