Alfred's first question lingered unanswered in the air, heavy with the tension of the standoff in the desolate landscape of the Death Land. His gaze was locked intently on the two mysterious women who had appeared so suddenly and ominously before him and his group of Ascendants.
The silence stretched on, prompting him to repeat his demand with increased force, his voice rising in both volume and intensity. "Let me ask you one more time, who the hell are you?" he demanded, his tone echoing his growing impatience and frustration.
Ophelia, standing confidently opposite him, responded to Alfred's inquiry with a sly smirk. The corners of her mouth curled upwards, her amusement at the situation evident. She relished the evident irritation she was causing, finding some twisted delight in the unfolding drama.
