"How do you know all these things?" Greg asked, suspicion still lingering in his voice. Though he tried to sound firm, a note of vulnerability slipped through—he wanted answers, but he feared what those answers might mean.
Sabbah, unmoved, looked at him with an expression that blended pity and reverence. "Because I found out about it," he said. "The truth… hidden away by time, buried by vows. But unlike most, I didn't turn away from it. I chose to dig deeper."
He paused, his voice becoming quieter, almost reflective. "My ancestor was loyal to your bloodline. I inherited that loyalty—but I also inherited his silence. For years, I stayed quiet, convinced it was for the greater good. That revealing your identity would place you in more danger than keeping it buried ever would. But not anymore. Your presence, your rise, your actions… they've created ripples too large to hide. The world will soon remember what it once forgot."
