The silence had finally returned to the lands of Tenebris after the previous indescribable chaos. The mass exorcism led by Kaiser had more than worked. The wounded were being healed, the purified possessed were slowly regaining their senses, and the immediate threat seemed to have dissipated.
Klein now stood in Jezabel's private office. The spacious room, bathed in the dim light of mana crystals arranged on the walls, cast bluish reflections on a thick carpet with geometric patterns. The air there was cooler than in the camp tents, carrying a light fragrance.
Jezabel was seated behind her imposing desk. Her long blonde hair, usually impeccable, was slightly disheveled, framing a face whose usual pallor was enhanced by a hint of fatigue. She was still wearing her combat outfit, a fitted garment that highlighted her generous curves and athletic silhouette.
