"Why haven't you been able to contact Exile!" Bjorn frantically ran his hands over his bald head as he paced up and down in front of Ania. "Don't tell me we were too late!"
"No... I can still feel his presence. It's like something is stopping my prayers from reaching him..." Ania frowned as a bead of sweat ran down her forehead.
"It's been nearly three weeks already! Is he angry with us?" Bjorn became breathless from his shouting. He was struggling to understand the meaning of Exile becoming silent.
"I don't know..." Ania felt tears welling up in her eyes. She was certain that Exile was still alive, but she could not make sense of the situation either. She would give anything to travel to the heavens and find out what was going on.
