High Priestess Jenna exhaled, long and slow, before speaking.
"We'll stay here for now. Let us see what else the elders of the temple intend to throw in my direction. Perhaps then, their intentions will fully reveal themselves."
She said, voice sharp despite the exhaustion in her face.
Her words carried bitterness, but also steel. She straightened in her seat, the proud bearing of a woman who had long been cornered yet refused to bow.
The air inside her quarters was tense. Kana shifted uneasily, her gaze moving from Jenna to Lysera and Irielle.
Lysera leaned against the wall, arms crossed, her sharp eyes narrowed as if she expected trouble at any moment.
Irielle paced slowly, her fingers brushing the bindings of her staff. The heavy silence was soon broken.
The sound of boots echoed from the corridor—multiple sets, approaching quickly.
