The room fell into stillness again, the air heavy with unspoken weight of danger.
Krono's gaze remained fixed on the floor but his mind was turning sharper and faster than either of his companions could see.
Of the three of them, he was the most unsettled.
He had never once seen the vision of that tower himself. His power to pierce veils of time and look beyond the layers of worlds failed against it. The enemy's shroud was absolute against his power.
Everything he knew of the tower and the broken world surrounding it came from Erend, who had been told by the candidate in his world… and now, this oracle's dream confirmed it again.
"This is not good," Eccar thought, his chest tightening as his heartbeat picked up. Anxiety stirred within him and he could not shake that.
Both he and Aesa felt unease from the oracle's description, but what Krono was feeling went beyond worry. It was distress that closed on dread and helplessness.
