"..."
The whole prison was silent.
Verc stood outside the cell, not saying anything and just looking at the six people inside. The stone floor of the corridor was cold, and the faint, flickering light from the wall-mounted torches cast long, dancing shadows over the iron bars. He didn't move, his posture relaxed, his red eyes calm.
"..."
Elianna, Kael, Stanford, Kelton, Harper, and Gibson did the same. They remained where they were, sitting or standing on the damp stone floor of the cell, and just looked at Verc.
The seven of them didn't know what to say.
A weird, heavy, and awkward atmosphere spread around them, thick with the weight of their shared history and their current positions as captor and prisoners.
But after a while—
"It's been a while."
Verc said that, breaking the silence. His voice was steady and quiet, lacking any of the hostility one would expect from a dungeon master addressing a group of defeated invaders.
