|Kairos|
To be perfectly honest, I didn’t have the time—or the patience—for riddles.
Not now. Not after everything.
And yet, riddles were all anyone seemed willing to give me. Hints wrapped in half-truths, elusive answers dangled like bait. It was infuriating.
The room fell into a heavy silence, stretching uncomfortably long in the wake of Isolde’s cryptic statement. I scanned the faces around me. Confusion. Frustration. Suspicion. Every single person mirrored my own growing sense of helplessness.
All except her.
Isolde remained poised on her seat, unmoved, as if what she had just said wasn’t strange at all—as if it was something we should have expected.
It was Aric who finally spoke, his voice cautious. “Are you… talking about the Persephone Island?”
Isolde gave a single, delibe
