Lyria slowly turned her head, and her calm expression now carried a faint seriousness while her eyes met his.
"And if even one of us moves," she said quietly, "the entire world will be pulled into it."
Micheal gave a slight nod, and his face hardened.
"That is exactly the problem," he replied.
"This balance is fragile, and once it breaks, it will not stop."
The room fell silent again, and the weight of those words lingered in the air while the calm surroundings felt heavier than before.
After a moment, Lyria spoke again, and this time her voice carried a colder edge.
"This is not a mortal war," she said.
Micheal looked at her with a slight frown.
"What do you mean?" he asked.
Lyria stepped away from the balcony slowly, and her steps were measured while her gaze sharpened.
"A war at this scale does not happen without support," she said. "Not like this."
She paused briefly, and her eyes carried a deeper meaning as she continued.
