The scene shifted to a quieter environment, though the tension still hung in the air. Nafiri and Misty were seated around an improvised stone table, along with Skyla, Mercedes, and Jeanne.
They were waiting for Dante and his wives, who were taking longer than anyone had expected.
It had been just over a day since he entered the hot spring with his wives and still hadn't returned.
"I don't know about you, but this is starting to make me impatient," Nafiri muttered, resting her chin on her hand and tapping her fingers on the table. "Who knows what they're doing? What could possibly be taking this long?"
"Do you really need to ask?" Misty replied sarcastically, raising an eyebrow and crossing her arms. She seemed less surprised than Nafiri. "The guy came back almost like a god, and those women... Well, they have their priorities." She let out a dry laugh, but there was a trace of envy in her voice.
