In a dark room in the Caucasus, it was quiet.
All the musicians sat silently in their chairs, and the priest in the cassock seized the remaining time to maintain the alchemy array on the ground.
In the silence, only the sound of Charles yawning could be heard.
A stream of light flew into Paganini's hand.
He opened his eyes and looked at Charles. "The Redemption Corps has landed in Port Norman and started engaging in battle with the Asgardians. The ones above have sent a letter to ask you to hurry."
"No rush, wait..." Charles glanced in Anglo's direction. "Yezi has yet to take action. I don't believe he has the heart to do nothing... Keep waiting for a bit more."
Paganini smiled bitterly, shook his head resignedly, wrote a reply, and threw the stream of light out.
Silence returned.
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