"Oh, and apparently... it was him."
Selphine looked over. "Lucavion. He was the first to uncover the Cloud Heavens Sect mess. Or so the rumors go."
Elara's gaze didn't move—but something inside her stopped.
A breath. A thought. A beat of the heart that faltered mid-rhythm.
"What?" Her voice wasn't loud. But it cut.
Aurelian blinked at her, then shrugged. "Word is, he brought in the first set of evidence. Disguised, of course. Masked. Used one of those old Justice Vault sigils from before the War of Quiet Flame. You know the kind that makes anyone touching it speak only truth?"
Selphine nodded. "He handed over a full ledgers' worth of names, trade routes, blood-tithes. They say the tribunal had no choice but to act. It was too clean. Too exact. Too public. Couldn't bury it even if they wanted to."
"He disappeared after that," Aurelian added. "Before Olarion even knew who'd brought it. Some say Valeria found him. Others say he let himself be found."
