Inside the chamber where the source of danger that quadrillions of people felt came from, there was a young man and young woman on the bed, seated side by side with a fine distance between them, not too close but also not too far.
It was none other than Davis and Myria.
Davis put the glowing stone inside his spatial ring and returned his gaze to Myria, looking at her being seated with her legs stretched and her knees clasped with her arms, appearing to be sulking and at other times, solemn.
He continued to stare at her, occasionally moving his gaze away. It had already been ten minutes, but after the fifteenth-minute mark, Davis sighed.
"Did you calm down…?
"…"
Myria was silent, her chin above her knees. She was still naked, clothed by a piece of sheet, which made her look quite forlorn. Her expression churned upon hearing his question, but she didn't respond.
"You-"
