Silence.
Everything fell into silence.
The moment The Sonic Thief's words left her lips, the air in the room suddenly grew heavy—thick with something unspoken yet painfully present.
Everyone else at the table froze, utensils hovering mid-air, as if time itself had stalled.
Martha and Bella's eyes went wide, their mouths parting in stunned disbelief. Bella, in particular, trembled slightly—then, with a faint clatter, her spoon slipped from her grasp, landing onto the wooden tray with a sharp, ringing note.
Sebas, too, remained silent. His brows lifted ever so slightly in initial surprise, but his gaze quickly narrowed, sharpening as it settled upon the female adventurer.
And at the center of it all, Anastasia quietly lowered her utensil. Her movements were slow, deliberate. Her green eyes, once softened by the warmth of the meal, darkened as they locked onto Vivi—dangerous and unreadable.
