As soon as everyone departed, the door shutting softly behind them, Elara turned to Zephyra, speaking in hushed tones. "The briefcase."
Zephyra nodded, retrieving an old, battered briefcase from beside his chair. Placing it on his lap, his hands rested on the worn leather. "It's still secure," he murmured.
Elara's gaze was intense as she observed the briefcase. "Good. We can't make any mistakes now."
Zephyra agreed with a nod. "We must proceed swiftly, yet cautiously."
Leaning in closer, Elara's voice lowered to a whisper. "Do they suspect anything?"
Zephyra shook his head. "No, they're unaware. It's best to keep it that way for the time being."
Elara nodded just as Zephyra slowly opened the briefcase, revealing a deep darkness within. Suddenly, something began to emerge from the shadows, its large eyes blinking rapidly.
