The grand hall of the city lord's castle, adorned with opulent tapestries and ornate chandeliers, bore witness to the unexpected arrival of Leo, carrying the unconscious Liliana in his arms. Lara, the city lord herself, stood transfixed at the sight that unfolded before her, her usual composed demeanor faltering in astonishment.
"Leo!" Lara called out, her voice tinged with concern and urgency, her eyes wide with surprise. "What happened to Liliana?"
Leo, his expression a mask of controlled fury, didn't bother to meet Lara's gaze. Instead, he offered a curt response, his tone clipped and devoid of any emotion. "Ask the church," he retorted before striding past her without a second glance.
Lara watched in stunned silence as Leo ascended the staircase, his purposeful strides carrying him away from her, his disregard palpable in the air. His indifference to her inquiry and the uncharacteristic rage simmering beneath his stoic facade left Lara perplexed.