The group left the room in silence, the tension following them like a shadow. Each step toward the council chamber was heavy with unsaid emotions, their presence thick in the air. No one dared to break the quiet, not a word exchanged. It was as if the very air around them knew better than to disturb the fragile peace they were holding onto.
El-Kharis led the way, his expression unreadable, his steps measured but firm. Behind him, Esteria moved with caution, keeping her thoughts guarded as the others followed closely, their faces reflecting a mixture of emotions too complex to decipher.
The hallway seemed endless, each footfall echoing the unresolved tension between them. The walls, usually indifferent to the drama of their occupants, now seemed to press in, amplifying the silent storm brewing among them.