When the truth finally came out that Soren had been protecting the entire encampment all this time without anyone knowing, it did not feel like revelation.
It felt like something heavy collapsing inside them.
Lyric didn't even remember deciding to leave.
One moment he was standing there as the High Priest's words still hanging in the air, and the next he was already on his horse, already riding hard enough that the wind stung his face and blurred his vision.
Someone called his name, maybe Alaric or Sylas but it barely reached him. All he could hear was the pounding in his chest and the sound of Soren's voice in his memory. Lyric remembered the way he looked at him back then as if Soren's pain was nothing more than a nuisance.
And now that memory burned.
