The silence that followed was thick, oppressive.
Ivaim's mind buzzed with confusion and suspicion.
'He's stalling...' Ivaim thought, his eyes narrowing as he tried to make sense of the Master's cryptic words.
'He's waiting for us to react. Waiting to see how we respond to his words...'
His body ached in the unyielding chains, but his mind was sharp, always seeking an answer.
'What does he want from us? Why this talk about fate?'
"What if it's a clue?" Ivaim blurted out, unable to stop himself. He couldn't afford to let this moment slip away without trying to make sense of it.
Every word from the Master felt like a piece of a puzzle, and he couldn't afford to miss it.
The Master of Cruelty paused, a low sound escaping from the darkness within his helmet, as if amused by Ivaim's sudden insight.
"Hm?" he murmured, his voice cold and unreadable.
