"Did you... witness a vision?" The old man with the silver glasses asked, his voice filled with curiosity and solemnity, his words hanging in the air like a heavy fog.
All eyes turned to Samiel, anticipation and tension filling the room as they awaited his response.
Without keeping them in suspense, Samiel parted his lips, his words causing confusion to ripple through the room.
"No, Grandpa. I didn't see a vision," he spoke, his voice steady but laced with an undeniable seriousness.
"I saw it with my own eyes. I lived it," Samiel declared, his expression etched with determination.
The old man with silver glasses revealed to be Samiel's second grandfather, hummed in response, his brows furrowing in deep thought. "If it wasn't a vision, how did you come to know of it? Surely you couldn't have overheard our clandestine conversation with Brother Magnus yesterday, could you?"
