The hall first fell into a deep, weighted silence before it was broken by Mithralis' laughter. "Hahahaha, you know, I wish there would come a day when all this is finally solved, without having to circle endlessly around the same answers." Mithralis shook his head, his laughter fading as clouds of sadness passed over his face, revealing a long-buried desire to erase the problem entirely.
"Obsidar, you know we are no longer young," Syris-Zentiel said in a calm voice, though emotion quietly stained each word. "If you truly believe that, do you even know where they reside now, or what has become of our children?" His tone carried the weight of years spent hoping Obsidar's words were true.
"Sure," Obsidar replied, pointing toward Nyxander. "My grandson has been on this mission for a long time, and here he stands, ready to share both his report and his solution."
