The silence lingered after Borik's question—thick and heavy, pressing on all of them like a storm about to break. Borik's brow furrowed deeper, his voice cutting through the weight in the air.
"What does Nexus Corp mean?" he asked, eyes flicking from Liam to Sophia, then to Marcus, confusion blooming like fire behind his irises.
Liam didn't even glance his way. He kept his gaze fixed on the ruined scroll, the crumbling blueprints of a city long dead, long cursed. His jaw clenched. He wasn't answering.
Borik looked to Marcus next. "Marcus? You've been with him the longest. You all know something. Tell me—what is it?"
Marcus, leaning against a tree trunk, arms crossed tightly, didn't move. His eyes were distant, locked on the dying embers of the campfire. "Doesn't matter," he muttered.
