In the deepest part of the Broken Isles, the waves here seemed to have lost their sound.
The entrance to the sea erosion cave, known as the Tranquil Eye, quietly stood between the reef walls. The entrance was narrow and vertical, its outline resembling a half-opened pupil.
Inside the cave, there was no wind. The black seawater clung to the rock walls and extended inward, as smooth as a mirror without any reflection.
The air was unnaturally still.
Just as Louis stopped in his tracks, hurried and suppressed sounds came from behind him.
"Please wait, my Lord." Weir was already blocking his path.
The Knight knelt on one knee on the slippery rock surface, raising his head to look directly at Louis.
It was a gaze mixed with fear, responsibility, and shame.
"The aura in there... is strange." His voice was hoarse, as if battling against his own instincts.
