The cup in Lucen's hand had gone lukewarm.
He didn't drink it. Just let it rest there, solid in his palm, fingers curled around the ceramic like an excuse.
The others were still inside the safehouse. Quiet. Distant. Callen was half-asleep on the couch, still pretending not to wince every time he shifted.
Mira had finally sat down near the mana rig, her bow propped against the wall at an angle that said don't touch me.
Senna had taken up residence by the window, watching the street like she expected it to blink wrong.
Taira stood in the kitchen with her arms crossed, watching the kettle click down with one eyebrow barely raised.
Lucen leaned back in his chair.
The system flickered at the edge of his vision again.
[Spellcraft System – Design Node Available]
[Slot 3: Unassigned]
No sound. No alert. Just that same quiet presence. A polite ghost tapping on the inside of his head.
