Bab 567: Sneaking Suspicion

The atmosphere inside the throne room housing the Portal of Seized Time had grown incredibly tense. Many anxious hours had passed with Scar pacing to and fro before the rippling portal.

Despite the veil dropping, the Old Myths could not cross the threshold separating the Boundary from the Tapestry of Woven Time that the portal linked to.

Scar was on edge, nervously biting his nail, and Altair stood with his hands behind his back, fingers and knuckles white from the pressure he put on them. 

Of everyone in the room, these two were the tensest. 

Because of Scar's anxiety, the other Myths didn't dare leave him alone in a room of paramount importance. There was no telling what type of mayhem he would cause should he be left in the room alone to stew in his dismal thoughts and assume the worst.