บท 152: The Prophecy (2)

Danger.

The smell of death loomed in the air, thickening with every passing second. Caym's gaze, an unrelenting force, bore into the fiery-eyed woman with a lethal intensity. It was as if the very atmosphere crackled with the potential for violence, and each heartbeat echoed the tension within the tent.

The Veyronis women shivered involuntarily under Caym's piercing glare, their bodies betraying the fear that gripped them. The woman who had spoken the oracle trembled, her hands nervously clasping the edge of her cloak. The air itself seemed to freeze around them, as if anticipating an imminent storm.

Amidst the palpable fear, the Veyronis man rose from his seat, a protective instinct overtaking him. With a determined expression, he positioned himself between Caym and the trembling women, shielding them from the Grand Commander's deadly gaze. The two women recoiled, their eyes wide with both terror and gratitude, clutching each other for support.