The silence hung like a drop of water on a blade until Noah's voice, steady and dry, finally cut through it.
"The words of a being with no memory are unique, aren't they?" he said, his tone almost casual. "Lets not pay too much heed to them, hmm?"
He gestured lightly with his hand toward the distance. "We've still got nine treasure chests waiting for us. Full of unknown wonders..."
"..."
A ripple spread through the square.
A release.
The tension didn't vanish, but it loosened. Like fingers uncurled from a blade's hilt.
Eyes shifted back to Gardens.
Hands began to rise toward Cubes again.
But the tale of the Creature, Living Origin, and Living Paradox lingered in their minds.
Even Master Shen exhaled, as though coming back to himself, muttering…that he needed a drink.
Master Hannibal, however, lingered. His eyes stayed locked on Sigrid for a breath too long- sharp and clinical.
And then he turned coldly, moving away.
