บท 948: Thalion

Thalion kept his gaze fixed on the table for a few more seconds, the drumming of his fingers echoing through the silent atmosphere of the store. 

Time seemed to have stopped, and Kaizen felt a slight tension in the air, as if the elf was weighing every word, every gesture. The interior of the store, with its swaying shadows and enigmatic objects, only intensified the feeling that they were in a place where decisions were shaped by forces beyond ordinary comprehension.

Finally, Thalion raised his eyes, and when he did, his countenance was a mixture of resignation and curiosity. The candlelight reflected in his green eyes, making them almost ethereal, as if he were observing the flow of time and possibilities around him.