The wooden door was closed shut with Nit staying inside and leaning on it to prevent any intervention from outsiders. His brows furrowed as he looked at Lyon's party carefully. After finding out that Lyon was responsible for the destruction of the First Hall, he should be wary— though there was little to nothing that he could actually do.
"What can I help you with?" Anna asked the leader of this unique group.
"We are here to address the floating words," said Cecile with a smile on her end. "About the flower that you seek."
Anna was slightly surprised as she heard their words but nodded. "I see, I do want to see you later in the day or tomorrow, but it seems like the words traveled faster than my intention."
"We are going to the cave right?" asked Lyon as he pulled up his legs and crossed them on top of the little chair. Hanging in the balance that seemed like a little push would make him fall, he continued, "What is the cave called?"
