"...."
Silence pervaded the entire area.
The waiting room was dimly lit, the flickering torches casting dancing shadows on the dark stone walls.
The air was heavy with tension, the kind that seeped into the skin and made every moment feel unbearably long.
Lucius sat on a weathered chair, his elbows resting on his knees, and his head bowed low.
His pale complexion was even more pronounced under the ghostly glow of the torches, and his normally sharp gaze was distant, fixed on nothing in particular.
"Lord Mors…" Legion said, their gravelly voice breaking the silence. "It's going to be fine. She's going to be fine."
Lucius barely responded, his fingers tightening into fists.
Beside him, Luca tried a more lighthearted approach, his tone softer but equally concerned.
"Come on, Lord Mors. You've faced entire armies without flinching. Surely this can't be more terrifying than that?"
