Lyerin said nothing.
He stood there, his gaze fixed on the portal as though he were evaluating a piece of art. The soldiers fidgeted nervously, their questions growing louder as they turned to him for answers.
But he remained silent.
Seconds stretched into what felt like hours, the weight of his silence bearing down on them like a physical force. The soldiers exchanged uncertain glances, their anxiety mounting with every passing moment.
Finally, Lyerin shifted his weight, his crimson eyes gleaming with faint amusement as he looked over his shoulder at the gathered crowd. He raised a hand, and with a single gesture, the murmurs ceased.
"It's a portal," he said simply, his tone matter-of-fact, as though the answer had been obvious all along.
The soldiers stared at him, their expressions a mixture of confusion and disbelief.
"A portal?" one of them repeated, his brow furrowing. "To where?"
