The aftermath of their audacious pact hung heavy in the air, uncertainty and tension lingering like a palpable mist. Feet shuffled, a collective unease emanating from the group, as Klaus and the others exchanged glances laden with unspoken thoughts. With a shared consensus, they turned to leave the cathedral-like space that had borne witness to their fateful contract.
Leading the way, Gravis strode with a regal air, his gait a blend of authority and weariness. The weight of their actions seemed to etch lines of concern on his features, a visual testament to the gravity of the night's events. As they reached the entrance, the threshold between the enigmatic realm they had just departed and the mundane world beyond, a sense of surreal disconnection settled over them.
