The anticipation in the air was palpable, a dense cloak of tension that seemed to suffocate the room as we awaited any indication of Ava's forces breaching the horizon. The clock ticked mercilessly, each second stretching into infinity, amplifying the restlessness that churned within me. The gravity of our situation was undeniable, yet the gnawing jaws of boredom began to erode my patience, challenging the very fabric of my determination.
Adeline, whose frustration had been simmering just beneath the surface, finally voiced her irritation. "This is becoming intolerable," she muttered, her tone laced with exasperation as she honed her knife-throwing skills, the blades whistling through the air to embed themselves into the makeshift target nearby.
Carol, in stark contrast, seemed to have embraced the lull, surrendering to a tranquil slumber, her breaths even and undisturbed.
