The ominous ticking of the clock sounded dreadful to one's ears. The daring silence was the only thing against it. As usual, no moonlight beamed through the glass windows, no matter how clean and shiny it was.
A man sat on his chair and turned his grey eyes to the windows. The line of black, a portion of the black cloud ring, entered his gaze. It was thinner than before, as though fading away. It sparked the curiosity of hundreds. The black cloud ring was gradually disappearing. They didn't know if it was a good sign or not. Maxille didn't care to pay attention to it. His mind remained to be drawn by his little brother's appalling words.
However, Maxille remained calm despite the horrid look Emlen was directing at Moulin. The second lord widened his eyes in disbelief. He looked as if he would choke as soon as he allowed himself to breathe.
