Exactly two hours had passed since Cassian entered the ancient and dark cave hidden inside the mountain.
Outside, the north's never-ending, bone-chilling wind continued to howl.
After Eula and Olivia guided Cassian to the door, they had gone outside and were waiting at the entrance of the cave.
Olivia had clasped her hands cold-reddened hands in front of her, constantly fiddling with her fingers.
Her head was bowed; deep anxiety could be read in her gaze wandering over the snow.
Occasionally she stole furtive glances at the dark entrance of the cave, trying to hear the slightest sound, a footstep, or a scream coming from inside.
Eula, unlike her, looked motionless and calm.
She had crossed her arms over her chest and leaned her back against the cold rock.
Her red eyes were fixed on the horizon. However, this calmness was only on the surface.
Deep down, she was struggling with the doubt gnawing at her mind.
