Alex sat alone in his quarters, the detailed report Captain Yenova had given him spread across his desk. He'd read it three times now, dissecting every line of Alexandra's testimony. Each reading only deepened the cold weight settling in his chest.
The lamp oil burned low, casting long shadows across the room. Outside, Éclair's compound had fallen silent as midnight passed. But sleep was impossible.
Klaus. Always Klaus.
His cousin—his rival—had always been extraordinary. But this... this was different. According to Alexandra's testimony, Klaus had manifested abilities beyond human comprehension at Northwatch. His hair had turned midnight black, his eyes become abyssal voids. He had confronted the Duke, called himself "Gluttony," and consumed an entire city and the Eternal Rift that had stood for over a century.
