"Then..." Sara murmured after the entire discussion had ended. "What are we going to do now?" she asked, feeling the urgency to define the next steps. Despite all the exchanged words, many questions still hung in the air like a large white cloud obscuring the path ahead.
Dante, maintaining his calm, looked at Sara and simply smiled before silently disappearing, leaving Aldria alone on the throne, lying comfortably. Aldria, who had fallen asleep in Dante's arms, was oblivious to what was happening around her. After all, it wasn't her fault. Dante's dominating presence was too intense for her to escape and pay attention to the conversation.
