Evaya's voice was calm, but there was an edge to it that even she couldn't quite mask.
"What did you see this time, High Priestess?"
Her eyes were on Jenna, who sat with her elbows resting lightly on the carved armrests of her seat, shoulders slightly slumped. The faint scent of incense curled through the air, but it did little to hide the heaviness in the room.
Jenna didn't answer immediately. Her fingers traced the edge of her robe's sleeve before she let out a long, weary sigh.
"…Nothing. Again."
Evaya's brows knit together.
"Nothing?"
"It's as if...someone is blocking my way. My connection to the goddess—completely cut off."
Jenna's gaze lowered, her voice losing its usual commanding tone.
Evaya's expression darkened, and even Kana, standing silently to the side, felt the change in the atmosphere.
The thought of someone interfering with divine communication wasn't just unusual—it was unthinkable.
"That's… worrying."
