"Discordia has prepared this room for you until everyone is done."
Phanmorra's words faded into the silence, yet Adam gave no sign he had heard. He sat where she had left him, eyes vacant, his breathing uneven. His shoulders trembled, not from rage or exhaustion, but from something deeper. The steady trickle of tears down his cheeks spoke louder than any words he could manage.
Phanmorra lingered, her form wavering slightly as though even she did not know what to say. "You should rest. Time will not stop for you, but at least you may gather yourself before the next step."
Still, Adam did not answer. His lips parted once, but the sound caught in his throat. His hand tightened into a fist against his leg, then loosened again, as if he no longer trusted his own strength to hold on.
