The mansion corridor seemed far too calm for the kind of problem that had just entered it.
Strax walked ahead, his steps firm and his expression closed. Samira came right behind him, holding the straw broom as if it were some kind of shameful trophy. Cassandra followed in silence, still mentally organizing every detail of the crater, the cracked seal, and the shadow that had tried to pull her mana. Daniela, meanwhile, kept glancing at the broom in Samira's hand from time to time, looking as if she were fighting an internal battle not to comment again.
She lost the battle.
"You should take that to the meeting."
Samira looked at her.
"I am going to hit you with it."
"Then it really is a weapon."
"Daniela."
"I am only trying to lighten the mood."
Cassandra sighed.
"Lightening the mood may not be possible after a desert breathes."
Daniela pointed at her.
"See? That is why we need the broom. At least the broom is funny."
Strax did not look back.
