"I'm...I—uh..." Azrael, for the first time since transmigrating into this world, scrambled to find words to answer Adham's question.
He was torn.
There was no way to lie his way out of this situation but at the same time he hasn't asked for Eirian's permission to let any of his friends know about their plans.
Beads of sweat trickled down Azrael's forehead, his breathing was getting heavy to the point where his vision was starting to blur. "I don't...I..."
'I don't know what to tell you, Adham.'
Azrael's hands shook uncontrollably as he kept his head down, unable to meet Adham's gaze. His breaths came in short, uneven bursts, his mind racing to formulate a response that could pacify the tension gripping the air.
Amidst the deafening silence, Azrael heard Adham's footsteps come to a halt, signaling the gravity of the moment. A heavy breath escaped Adham's lips, the air thick with unspoken frustration.
