Chapter 435: Questions Without Answers
Some Minutes Before
The council hall had quieted, though the tension in the air still clung to the walls like smoke. The elders remained seated around the long table, their expressions drawn, their bodies stiff from hours of deliberation.
The heavy wooden door opened once more, and Mary stepped in. Her footsteps were careful, but her presence immediately drew the attention of everyone still seated. She closed the door behind her and took a deep breath.
"Is Lysander up to date on everything?" she asked softly, her eyes scanning the faces around the table.
The others nodded. Brynhild, seated beside Lysander, smiled faintly and gave a small gesture toward him. He had leaned back in his chair, fingers laced together, head tilted slightly, as though he were still processing the flurry of events from the past few days.
