The place was quiet. There wasn't much noise at all.
No one approached Trafalgar, as always. No greetings, no small talk, no attempts to bridge the distance. He stood there without being addressed, unnoticed in the way he had grown used to.
'It seems everyone is focused and serious for when Valttair returns. It's logical, really.'
The thought crossed his mind plainly, without bitterness or complaint.
Everyone remained completely silent.
The atmosphere was tense but controlled, as if the room itself were holding its breath. No one shifted unnecessarily. No one spoke out of turn. Whatever personal thoughts or rivalries existed were set aside for the moment.
Then the silence was broken.
Heavy footsteps echoed down the corridor leading toward the hall.
They were slow and deliberate, each step carrying weight as it struck the stone floor. The sound drew closer, unmistakable in both rhythm and presence.
Valttair was returning.
The doors opened.
Valttair stepped into the hall.
