Their collective gaze swiftly turned towards the entrance, revealing the frozen figures of Corwin, Meadow, Rowan, Willow, and Casper, all gaping at the unfolding scene. A charged silence enveloped the room, pregnant with unspoken questions and tension.
Corwin's inner turmoil manifested in his voice as he demanded answers, "What the hell happened here?" His gaze traversed the surroundings until it fixated on Azrael, his anger intensifying.
"Azrael, how dare you deceive me?!" Corwin's accusation rang out, punctuating the charged atmosphere with his indignation.
Azrael's eyebrows twitched, a subtle acknowledgment of the unwelcome interruption. 'They just had to interrupt,' he thought, frustration evident in his internal monologue. With a low growl, he defiantly stalked past Isolde.
