Florian's fingers trembled at his sides. He tried to swallow, to steady himself, but the weight of those words pressed down on his chest, suffocating.
No.
No, that couldn't be true.
They wouldn't just leave him.
Would they?
His mind spiraled, clawing for any rational explanation, any shred of hope that this was just another one of Charles' twisted mind games. But the truth loomed before him—cold, undeniable, and etched into that cursed map like a death sentence.
His breath grew shallow. 'Lucius wouldn't abandon me. Cashew wouldn't… he wouldn't just leave.'
Unless…
'Unless Heinz ordered them to.'
