As the trio made their way through the silent, foreboding hallway of the Fetir building, Jabal's senses were heightened to the slightest movement or sound. His heart raced with each step, and he instinctively clung onto Baldur, seeking a sense of security. However, Baldur, not one to enjoy such close proximity, gently nudged Jabal away, silently urging him to maintain his composure.
"It feels like a ghostly realm in here," Jabal whispered, his voice barely audible, as if he were trying to honor the oppressive silence that surrounded them.
Ben couldn't help but let out a soft giggle, stealing a quick glance at Jabal. "You know, for someone who wields the power to manipulate darkness, it's rather ironic to see you on edge in a place like this," he teased, a mischievous smirk playing on his lips.
"I mean, you're practically the embodiment of darkness," Ben continued, his gestures exaggerating his words.
