In front of their eyes, there was only a silent darkness.
Helplessly giving up, they could only wait until daylight to bring Abel's family and express their gratitude in person.
...
...
"Tock, tock, tock."
In the silent room, the faint sound of fingers tapping on the knife handle echoed in the air with a frequency that mirrored a heartbeat.
Marcus sat with closed eyes on the chair, and even without any obvious movements, one could still feel the restlessness he couldn't suppress.
The Half orc Gorg, on the other hand, paced back and forth in the room like a beast forcibly restrained by a leash, occasionally glancing at the captain, his heavy breathing particularly grating.
The Mountain Dwarf Stone Belly huddled in a corner, seemingly inventorying the loot he found in the room, but his sharp eyes were secretly observing the two people ahead.
The tall and slender Ranger stood by the window with arms crossed, saying nothing.
This eerie silence didn't last long.
