Maria looked at me.
And the moment our eyes met, I knew something heavy was about to be said.
Her expression wasn't dramatic or exaggerated.
It was quiet sadness, the kind that sat deep behind her eyes.
The kind that didn't need tears to be understood.
Her lips parted slightly as if she hesitated, then she finally spoke.
"My sister's real name isn't Leviathan," she said softly.
"It's Rebecca. And she wasn't always this evil."
Her voice was steady, but I could hear the weight behind it.
It wasn't anger. It wasn't hatred. It was regret mixed with grief.
As if she was mourning someone who still walked this world.
But...no longer existed in the way she remembered.
"She used to laugh," Maria continued, her eyes lowering for a moment.
"She used to argue with me over small things.
like who would take the window seat during lessons.
Or who would finish their training first. She had dreams once. Simple dreams."
She lifted her gaze again, and the sadness deepened.
