The silence in the chamber stretched, thick with unspoken truths.
Evelyne's heartbeat pounded in her ears as Azrael's words settled in.
More important to this war than any of us realized.
She had always known she was a pawn in this conflict. But now… now it felt like something far worse.
Varian exhaled sharply, his grip tightening on his sword. "That thing called her a sacrifice. Are we just going to ignore that?"
Azrael's golden eyes remained locked on Evelyne, unreadable. "No. We are not."
Evelyne swallowed. "What does it mean? A sacrifice for what?"
Azrael was silent for a moment, his jaw tight. Then he turned, striding toward the exit of the chamber. "We need answers."
Evelyne didn't hesitate to follow, though every step she took felt heavier than the last. Varian moved beside her, his usual sharp demeanor edged with concern.