Enel sat quietly in the private room, his thoughts meandering as he glanced at Allison.
She was sitting across from him, her posture tense but composed. A knock at the door broke the silence, and both their gazes turned to the sound. Enel rose and opened the door to find a priest standing there, his robes flowing like liquid gold under the faint light.
"The Prophet is ready," the priest said, his voice calm and measured. "Please, follow me."
Allison exchanged a quick look with Enel, her eyebrows knitting in a question he didn't answer. She stood and walked past him, her movements purposeful but cautious. Enel followed behind, his steps slower, deliberate, his mind sharp with observation.
