Serafall kept her gaze fixed on the open suitcases for a few seconds, as if mentally organizing the best way to present them, not for lack of clarity… but because there was clearly intention behind every detail.
The air around them still carried that strange, dense, almost oppressive weight, and now that Victor was no longer moving, lying on the floor trying to recover a minimum of physical dignity, the presence of those things seemed even more evident.
Slowly, she raised her hand, and the blood around her responded as if it were a direct extension of her own will, sliding across the floor and enveloping the objects with absurd precision before bringing them to her.
