The hall was eerily quiet now, except for the faint hum of energy radiating from the goddess's bones. Erend stood at the far side of the room with his back partially turned to the group. His expression was a storm of contemplation, his frown deepening as he stared at the fragments of bone.
Varok exchanged uneasy glances with the squad leaders. Most of them had gathered near the center of the room and their restlessness was so clear.
Brogar shifted his weight, his massive arms crossed over his chest, while Lira kept glancing between Erend and the shimmering bones.
"Are we just going to wait?" Brogar finally rumbled. "Just waiting here doesn't feel right to me, commander."
Lira nodded in agreement, "Shouldn't we be doing something? Preparing? Anything?" She said. Her tone quieter but just as questioning.
Varok raised a hand, signaling for calm. Though he shared their unease, he maintained his commanding composure.
