~Entry~ Merlin Shivaheld?
(POV: Akashic Records)
Fanatio's piercing gaze settled upon the three wounded adventurers, who couldn't help but squirm in discomfort under her scrutiny. The weight of her stare felt like a dagger, burrowing into their souls. Two of them quickly averted their eyes, pretending to be asleep, while the third adventurer, left alone to endure the dreadful intensity, muttered curses under his breath directed at his now absent companions.
"Bastards," he said.
Dr. Samras, fully aware of the tension in the room, approached Fanatio cautiously. "I apologize, but these adventurers are still in the midst of their treatments. Perhaps, once they've recovered, you can speak with them."
A bead of sweat trickled down the forehead of the adventurer who had remained in Fanatio's gaze. He let out a small sigh of relief, thinking he had escaped the imminent questioning. However, his respite was short-lived as Fanatio calmly informed Dr. Samras, "It's honestly crucial that we speak with them now."