Back in the dungeon, Edward was on the brink of losing his composure over Cece's continued absence. She still hadn't returned, and this time it wasn't just him; Damien, too, had grown increasingly anxious about his sister's safety and whereabouts. The half-hour mark Edward had warned about had long passed, and he was now pacing furiously, ready to sneak out if she didn't show up soon.
Dante and Seira had also fallen silent, each quietly fretting over their student's safety in this cursed palace.
"I cannot sit here any longer when gods know what Cece might be experiencing out there!" Edward said in a low, distressed voice.
"I'll come with you. It's been far too long to just sit and wait for her to come back. I'm worried she might've been caught by that evil witch!" Damien added, sounding just as tense.
Dante and Seira both frowned at their students.
