Zadkiel couldn't bear the frustration and helplessness that welled up within him. His inability to contact his friends and family in the cave weighed heavily on his heart. He clenched his fists, his nails digging into his palms as he paced back and forth in his chamber. Every moment of silence felt like an eternity, and the lack of communication left him feeling trapped and powerless.
He ran his hands through his hair in frustration, tugging at the strands as if trying to shake some sense into the situation. Zadkiel knew that his friends were in grave danger, and he couldn't do anything to help them. The feeling of being cut off from their mental link, that vital connection they shared, gnawed at him like a relentless itch that he couldn't scratch.
