The silence that followed Meira's death was suffocating. The weight of the room seemed to press down on everyone, as if the loss of the angel had stolen the very breath from their lungs. Morvane stood at the center of it all, his body trembling with a grief so deep it seemed to swallow him whole. His hands, still stained with the blood of his friend, shook violently as he stared at Meira's lifeless form. The cold finality of her sacrifice hit him like a physical blow.
He could barely bring himself to look at anyone. Drevon's presence in the room felt like a suffocating shadow, one that made Morvane's skin crawl. His thoughts were a storm of anger, guilt, and sorrow, and he could not bear to face the demon who had manipulated everything that had led to this moment.
