As Isolde approached the area, the animated conversation between Corwin and the others unfolded before her. Exhaustion etched across her features, she mumbled, "He was right."
Willow, sensing Isolde's unease, turned back, concern furrowing her brow. "Isolde, is everything alright? We saw you run off. Also, where's Azrael?" She approached Isolde, her steps echoing her genuine worry.
"Let's head back," Isolde replied with a simple yet decisive tone. The group exchanged glances, silently acknowledging Isolde's direction, and observed her walking away.
Corwin couldn't shake the lingering question: 'Did something happen between Azrael and Isolde?' As they followed in Isolde's wake, a sense of uncertainty hung in the air.
***
Upon their return to the sanctum, Azrael opted for a perch atop nearby buildings, silently observing their entrance. From this elevated vantage point, he maintained a watchful gaze on their interactions.
