"A girl…?" Noel repeated it quietly, not interrupting, just testing the word as if it might change shape if he said it out loud.

Theo nodded once. The motion was small, almost reluctant. "Yes. A girl."

He leaned back slightly in the chair, eyes drifting toward the narrow lighthouse window where the sea lay unnaturally flat, like a sheet of dull glass. "At the time, it didn't raise alarms. Visitors weren't rare back then. These islands were dangerous, sure—but not forbidden. Traders came. Some people stayed for a season. Others came just to see the place and leave with stories."

His mouth curved into something that might have been a smile, if it hadn't been so tired.

"We had problems. Monsters in the water. Creatures that whispered into your head if you stayed too long. Storms that could tear a ship in half if you misread the wind." He glanced back at Noel. "But what you fought out there? That thing in the sea?"

Theo shook his head slowly. "That wasn't here before."

Noel didn't respond right away. The words settled in his chest, heavy and cold. "So it was placed," he said at last. Not a question.

"Yes," Theo replied without hesitation. "Put there. Like a lock added to a door that had always been open."

Noel felt the pieces align. This wasn't a mutation. Not an accident. It was construction. Infrastructure. The Circle's way.

Theo continued, voice steadier now that he had started. "Back then, this lighthouse was exactly what it looks like it should be. A lighthouse. I guided ships between the islands, kept them from wrecking themselves on hidden currents or reefs that liked to move when you weren't looking." He tapped the table lightly. "It wasn't just light. I helped… direct things. Balance routes. Make passage possible."

Noel filed that away. 'Make passage possible.'

"The ship arrived like any other," Theo went on. "Trade goods. Building materials. Supplies. Same routes we'd used for years. Same seals." He hesitated, then added, "Valor was involved. Through one of the noble houses. Estermont, if my memory hasn't finally betrayed me."

Noel's jaw tightened almost imperceptibly.

"And aboard that ship," Theo said softly, "was her."

He didn't describe her yet. Just let the word hang there.

"The central island is large," Theo continued. "Over two hundred thousand people lived there. Markets. Districts. Families. When things changed… it wasn't fast. Not at first." His fingers curled against the wood. "But now? Many of them are like I was. Alive. Aware. And unable to move."

Silence filled the lighthouse, thick and oppressive.

Theo let out a slow breath, shoulders sinking as if the memory carried weight of its own.

"It wasn't gradual," he said quietly. "That's what people get wrong when they imagine it. There were no warning signs we could point to afterward and say, there—that was the moment. One day, everything functioned. The next…" He shook his head. "The connections were gone."

Noel stayed silent, letting him speak.

"Routes between the islands stopped responding," Theo continued. "Not destroyed. Just… unreachable. Signals failed. Ships that should've been visible never arrived. Others left and never came back. Movement itself felt restricted, like the sea had decided certain paths no longer existed."

His gaze dropped to the table.

"I don't know what happened in the central island. Not directly. Whatever she did, it wasn't something we could witness from the outside. We only felt the aftermath." His fingers curled slightly. "Everything was… redistributed. People, resources, positions. As if the whole region had been picked up and rearranged by an unseen hand."

Noel's jaw tightened. "So this wasn't an accident. Or a collapse."

Theo nodded once. "No. It wasn't a wreck."

He looked up then, meeting Noel's eyes. "And you're right. You didn't come alone. I can feel others. Different islands. Separate points. The same condition that trapped us also… spread you out."

Noel exhaled slowly. "That lines up."

Theo hesitated, then straightened a little. "Give me a moment."

He fell silent, eyes closing. For a heartbeat, nothing happened. Then the top of the lighthouse answered—not with a flare or pulse, but with a steady, practical glow. Light rolled outward, calm and precise, like a tool being switched on.

Noel felt it immediately.

Noir stirred in his mind. 'That's how,' she murmured. 'That's how he saw us.'

Noel studied the light, senses brushing against something complex and unfamiliar. "Not a spell," he thought. "But not simple either."

Theo opened his eyes.

His voice was steady when he spoke.

"I can see them."

Theo held Noel's gaze for a moment longer, then let his shoulders relax slightly, as if some internal weight had finally shifted.

"How?" Noel asked before anything else. Not impatient—just precise. "How are you seeing them?"

Theo glanced upward, toward the light still spilling softly from the top of the lighthouse. "It isn't a spell," he said. "At least… not in the way you're thinking." He tapped two fingers lightly against his temple. "There's a mechanism. Old work. Connected to me, and to the tower itself. I built it a long time ago with the help of a dwarf friend of mine. He was better with metal and structure than anyone I've ever known."

Noel frowned slightly. "So it runs on mana?"

"Barely," Theo replied with a tired chuckle. "I'm only at the first core. I don't have the reserves for something grand. This thing doesn't pull power. The lighthouse was always meant to guide. I just… gave it better eyes."

That explained a lot.

Theo closed his eyes again, just for a second, then began to speak more slowly, carefully, as if translating impressions into words.

"I see a young woman with short blue hair," he said. "She's steady. Focused. Beside her is another girl—clearly frightened, but unharmed. They're close together."

Noel released a breath he hadn't realized he was holding. 'Selene and Clara.'

"A bit farther out," Theo continued, "there's a man built like a fortress. Muscles, the sort of presence that feels anchored to the ground. He's with a pink-haired girl. She keeps moving around him trying to comfort him because he is scared."

'Garron and Charlotte.' Of course.

Theo shifted slightly, as if focusing on another point farther away. His expression changed to confusion.

"There's another group," he said slowly. "A girl with black hair, braided neatly. Gray eyes." He frowned, leaning forward a fraction. "Wait…"

Noel's attention sharpened instantly.

Theo's eyes widened just a little. "That crest—those features. That's… an Estermont, isn't it?" He looked back at Noel, genuinely surprised. "Elyra von Estermont. What is she doing here?"

Noel let out a quiet breath, tension easing from his shoulders. 'Elyra,' he thought. 'She's alive.'

Theo continued, regaining focus. "She's not alone. There's an elf with her—calm, attentive. And a young man who looks like he's constantly overthinking everything." A faint, tired smile crossed his face. "That one hasn't stopped pacing."

Noel snorted softly despite himself. 'Laziel and Elena,' he thought.

Theo moved on, voice steady now. "On another island, I can see your ship. It's damaged, but intact. The crew is alive. Disoriented, but moving."

Good. Noel closed his eyes for half a second.

"And the last one," Theo said, gaze drifting again. "Two young men. They're standing apart from everything else, talking. Arguing, maybe. Planning."

Noel didn't need to guess this time. 'Marcus and Roberto,' he thought. 'Figures.'

Theo leaned back, the light at the top of the lighthouse dimming slightly as the mechanism powered down.

"No one I can see is dead," he said quietly. "Scattered. Isolated. But alive."

Noel exhaled slowly, the tension in his chest finally loosening into something manageable.

That was enough.

They weren't lost.

They just weren't together.

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