The throne refused to stop sulking.
Midnight discovered this approximately twenty minutes after the letter vanished.
The abyss had developed opinions.
This remained deeply unfair.
"You knew about the Shore."
Midnight paced across the council chamber.
The throne pulsed.
Yes.
"You knew about Azhrael."
Another pulse.
Yes.
"You knew about Seraphine."
A softer pulse.
Yes.
Midnight pointed accusingly toward the mountain.
"And somehow you forgot an entire archive?"
The throne pulsed.
Offended.
Lucien snorted into his coffee.
Kael looked suspiciously amused.
The traitors were multiplying.
The throne sent a pulse directly into Midnight's mind.
Not words.
A feeling.
Embarrassment.
The realization stopped her cold.
The abyss wasn't hiding information.
It genuinely didn't re
