The descent into the basement felt different this time. The air, always thick with residual energy, felt heavier. Then Kai realised it. It wasn't the air, the temperature, or anything to do with the environment. Orlin caused the mana in the air to quiver around him.
He led Kai to the basement, his usual eccentric swagger muted, his steps harsher.
Kai watched him carefully. Something was off. Orlin wasn't speaking in riddles or taunts, wasn't throwing in unnecessary flourishes to his words. He was quieter, more restrained.
"What's wrong? You're holding back," Kai said bluntly.
Orlin barely spared him a glance. "Am I?"
"You never act like this. You're always dramatic, making a show of everything. But now you're being careful."
"Rather observant..."
They reached the centre of the chamber, the stone floor lined with darkened veins of old magic. Orlin turned, finally meeting Kai's gaze, his expression unreadable.