Thinking of this, the uneasy Hiris wanted to say something, but he felt as if he could say nothing.
At that moment, the blank room suddenly fell back into silence.
This had happened many times before; in this place where no lies could be told and no falsehoods made, silence always seemed the best response.
The recent quarrel had vanished, and the three of them lapsed into silence once more, the moment quiet as ever, swaying water grass sending ripples through the water, the delicate waves spreading outward.
From above, no matter how loud their voices or fierce their fights, the shallow lake remained extremely calm.
Laren sat down; he no longer hesitated, striving to maintain his angry state of mind, allowing himself to make a decision in the final moments.
Utus knelt on the ground, his gaze lost in the quiet fervor.
And Hiris, he sat silently, enduring the wait for the final moment.
The shallow lake was still calm,
as if God had accepted their decision.
