The living hall instantly descended into silence.
Clyre Windsong had a quiet personality as she did not say much. Right after she was done speaking what she wanted to say, she remained in silence. This elven druid was just standing there without making the slightest sound. She was not bothered about the consequences for saying what she just said out loud, or what would her words mean to the others in the living hall.
"Clyre, you've never told me this." Nostradamus furrowed his brows as well. "Are you certain about this? There's Chaos lingering here?"
"Yes."
The female druid blinked her gray eyes as her face looked perfectly calm at the moment. "It's everywhere."
"But I don't sense anything."
