The silence that settled over the throne room was heavy with exhaustion and contemplation. Kay, Arthur, and Aziel had collectively decided to simply sit and rest while they waited for Lara to wake up from her unconscious state.
They didn't talk much during those long hours of waiting. Aziel was far too tired, his body aching from the ordeal they had all endured. Every muscle in his frame screamed for proper rest, and his eyelids felt like they were made of lead. Kay was still mentally recovering from his brush with death, his mind struggling to process everything that had happened to him. The memory of darkness, of feeling his life slip away, lingered like a shadow at the edges of his consciousness.
