The Reborn Sovereign of Ruin, Bound by His Star

Chapter 160: Chapter 160: Already started.

"Estimate."

Marin stared at Arik and hesitated for a moment. "I need a stronger tea for this." He mumbled, and a new tab appeared in his view. "The older ones look around his childhood and match some of the dubious reports, but there is new..." After typing a prompt command, the ether channel map returned with two windows: one for Liam’s entire body and another for his right cheek. "Damage. Right cheek that matches the report about Felix slapping Liam a month ago."

"So he didn’t hit me that hard?" Liam asked, genuinely focused on the technical part of the issue. "The bruising was from my ether channels?"

The room went very quiet.

Arik’s blood did not simply freeze this time.

It became something colder.

Marin looked at Liam for one long second, then at the isolated scan of his right cheek. The hologram showed the ordinary tissue trauma first, faint and almost unremarkable now after a month of healing. Then Marin expanded the channel layer beneath it.

Gold residue flared around the fine ether paths crossing the cheekbone and jaw, sharper and newer than the old obstruction around Liam’s central conversion points. It looked like something that had entered violently, burned through the nearest channels, and then faded enough to leave a stain behind.

"No," Marin said.

Liam frowned. "No, it wasn’t from my channels?"

"No," Marin said again, his voice clipped. "No, do not make the injury smaller because the mechanism is more complex."

Liam blinked.

Arik’s hand curled against his thigh.

Marin pointed at the hologram. "Felix hit you hard enough to cause trauma. That is visible here. But the visible bruising was disproportionate because the impact triggered a channel reaction beneath the skin. The branch channels along your cheek did not only bruise the tissue but also flared."

Liam leaned forward slightly, red eyes narrowing. "From physical force?"

"Partly."

"Partly," Arik repeated, teeth clenched with restraint.

Marin’s gaze flicked to him, warning him to stay seated without needing to say it. Then he expanded the scan again, separating the layers. Tissue. Channel response. Residue.

"This is the old obstruction pattern," Marin said, highlighting the deeper gold threads around Liam’s central junctions. "Childhood, or close to it. Embedded. Stabilized badly. Your body adapted around it because it had no choice."

The image shifted to the cheek.

"This," Marin said, "is new."

Liam stared.

Arik did too.

The newer residue looked uglier somehow, because it was fresh enough to carry the violence of a man that should have been dead long ago.

"Same signature?" Arik asked.

Marin’s expression tightened. "Closer to Amara’s recent reactivation than Kamal’s older scarring."

The answer struck harder than certainty would have.

Liam’s mouth flattened. "So Felix did something during the slap."

"Possibly."

Arik’s voice came out too calm. "Marin."

The old omega looked at him. "Do not push me into saying more than the scan supports."

"I am asking what it supports."

"It supports that direct physical contact with Felix caused more than ordinary bruising," Marin said. "It supports acute ether-channel irritation at the point of contact. It supports residue consistent with the same poison family affecting Amara and Kamal."

"And Liam," Arik said.

Marin’s eyes returned to the hologram. "And Liam."

The words seemed to settle into the walls.

Liam did not look frightened.

That disturbed Arik more than if he had.

He looked fascinated, horrified, and angry in a clean, distant way, as if he had stepped half outside his own body to understand the system before allowing himself to understand the violation.

"If Felix’s contact caused that," Liam said slowly, "then either he carried active residue on his skin, his ether reacted on contact, or his pheromones carried enough poison structure to trigger exposed channels."

Marin’s eyes sharpened.

Arik looked at Liam.

Liam glanced between them. "What? Those are the obvious options."

"They are," Marin said, sounding almost unwillingly approving. "But there are others. He may have deliberately pushed ether through the strike. He may have activated something already inside you. Or your old obstruction may make you unusually reactive to whatever poison he carries."

Arik’s jaw tightened. "Does that mean Felix is poisoning people around him?"

Marin did not answer immediately.

That was not comforting.

"It means he may be capable of contaminating people through more than ingestion or injection," Marin said at last. "But I will not say whether it is passive exposure, contact exposure, pheromone transmission, or deliberate ether pressure until I compare more samples."

Mezos, still by the door, spoke for the first time in several minutes. "If his pheromones carry active poison, every person exposed to him at close range becomes a risk case."

"Yes," Marin said.

"And if it requires contact?"

"Then anyone he touched during emotional escalation, combat, punishment, or bonding attempts becomes relevant."

Liam’s expression went very still at the word punishment.

Arik saw it.

So did Marin.

The old physician’s face became colder. "Lord Liam."

Liam’s eyes did not leave the scan. "I am thinking."

"Yes," Marin said. "And you are doing it like a man trying to become a witness instead of a victim."

Liam sighed. "I know I am the victim. I am just dismissing it before I do something that would make several people angry and others worried about me."

Arik rose from his chair.

This time, Marin did not tell him to sit.

Arik crossed the small distance to Liam, placed a hand on his shoulder, and leaned down to kiss his forehead. The touch was brief, warm, and controlled with the kind of restraint that made Liam focus on what Arik wasn’t doing rather than what he was.

"Do not worry about Felix," Arik said quietly. "He is already dead without a source of ether to absorb."

Liam looked up at him. "That was not as comforting as you think."

"It was not meant to be comforting."

"No. It was meant to be imperial."

"Yes."

Liam’s mouth twitched despite himself, but it faded quickly when his gaze returned to the hologram and the thin gold residue along his cheek.

Arik kept his hand on his shoulder for one more second before looking at Marin. "Can anything be done to heal him?"

Marin leaned back in his chair and crossed one leg over the other, his expression turning thoughtful in a way that made the room feel colder than anger would have.

"For the moment? No," he said. "The first treatment is distance from the source."

Liam blinked. "That is not treatment. That is avoidance."

"It is medicine with fewer dramatic gestures."

"It sounds suspiciously like doing nothing."

"No," Marin said. "Doing nothing would be leaving you near Felix while pretending poison respects etiquette."

Mezos, still near the door, gave the smallest nod. "Then Felix cannot approach Liam at the reception."

Arik’s gaze turned sharp enough to cut. "Felix will not approach Liam anywhere."

"That," Liam said, "will be difficult if we invited him."

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Liam looked back, already bracing.

"No," Arik said.

"I did not say anything yet."

"You were thinking something unacceptable."

"I was thinking something practical."

"That is often worse."

Liam’s eyes narrowed. "We need Felix there."

"We need Felix exposed," Arik corrected. "Not near you."

"That is the same room."

"It does not have to be the same air."

Marin lifted one finger. "Actually, that may be medically relevant."

Liam turned to him at once. "What?"

"I do not yet know whether the contamination requires touch, active ether pressure, pheromone transmission, or proximity under emotional escalation. Until I know, Felix should not share close air with you."

Liam stared. "Close air?"

"Yes."

"That is not a technical term."

"It is a term I am using because if I say ’pheromone-contaminated proximity radius,’ Arik may start rearranging the building before I finish the sentence."

Arik said nothing.

Liam glanced at him and closed his eyes resigned. "He already started."