Kunku did not stand taller than the average Son of Fire.
Yet in that moment — with his gaze locked onto Ckain — he seemed to tower. Not merely tall, but immovable. Like a boulder perched at the edge of collapse.
And he was ready to fall.
"I see," Kunku said evenly. "Go on then. What is your proposal?"
Ckain straightened his posture.
"I have a way," he said, "for you to secure a happier route for your Kyle."
Kunku's eyes flickered — just once.
Something was wrong.
How did this Kaldros know of his connection to Kyle?
Still, his voice remained level.
"What do you mean, my Kyle?"
Ckain tilted his head slightly.
"Oh. You dislike the term?" A faint, almost playful smile. "My apologies. Remove the possessive, then. Would that satisfy you?"
Kunku stared at him without expression. The wind moved faintly between them, pressing silence into the space.
"You are yet to explain your proposal."
Ckain nodded once.
"What do you think would be best for Kyle?"
Kunku's brows tightened.
