"Is it still not over? It's been, like, half a month already!"
"Half a month? Feels more like half a year to me!"
Deep inside the Sepulcher of the Sacred, two figures—one large, one small—huddled together, looking utterly pitiful.
When they first hid behind the door, Holy Maiden Aeliana didn't want to lose her dignity as a Holy Maiden, and Azura, the Dragon King, didn't want to lose face either. They both tried their best to act like they weren't scared.
But after half a month, dignity was long forgotten. The two were now clinging to each other for warmth, their eyes brimming with tears, looking as miserable as could be.
"Wait, why is it so quiet outside? Could it be that the situation in the Sepulcher of the Sacred has been resolved?" Azura wiped the tears from the corner of her eyes, surprised by the sudden silence after the constant howling they'd been hearing for days.
