"What's going on in there?" Vesperine muttered to herself, her brows furrowed in confusion. The throne room was unnervingly silent, and Kaelen had been inside far longer than she expected.
She took a cautious step toward the door, but the guards instantly crossed their weapons in front of her, barring her way. Frustrated, she sighed and resigned herself to waiting.
'Tsk, what the hell is going on in there? Why is it taking so long?' she thought, tapping her foot impatiently. Just as her mind began to wander into darker possibilities—
Thud!
The heavy doors swung open, and Kaelen finally emerged.
"K-Kaelen?" Vesperine gasped, her voice tinged with both relief and concern. "Are you alright? You look pale… almost like you've seen a ghost."
Kaelen stood there, unmoving, his eyes wide and distant as if trapped in some unsettling memory.
