"And now we have to leave, no?" Aether asked, his voice calm but tinged with curiosity as he paced a slow, unintentional circle around Henri. The obsidian long coat he wore swayed with each step, its reinforced leather panels catching faint glimmers of artificial light from the ceiling above.
Henri's gaze followed Aether, his sharp eyes tracing the young man's movements. "Yeah, I suppose," Henri replied, his tone clipped but not unkind.
Anna and Elara moved wordlessly toward the large central door, their boots echoing faintly against the polished marble floor of the grand hall. Anna's tailored jacket shifted gracefully as she walked, its sharp lapels framing her confident stride, while Elara's fitted blazer clung to her form with effortless practicality, the faint shimmer of embroidered cuffs catching the light as she moved.
