Pentaro's heart raced with an intensity that sent his pulse thundering through his veins. He couldn't help the involuntary panting that escaped his trembling lips. His mind swirled in a whirlwind of emotions, and one question echoed relentlessly within him: "So Maestro knew about me all this time?" With a determined resolve, he lifted his head, locking eyes with the enigmatic Maestro.
Turning towards his friends, Pentaro desperately sought a glimmer of understanding in their expressions. "Fret not, your friends can't hear our conversation." Maestro's words shattered his hopes, reassuring him that they were lost in the depths of the book, far removed from their current reality. A hushed sense of isolation enveloped him, intensifying his need to confront the truth.
