The tense atmosphere was like a taut string, ready to solidify the very air. Karno's heartbeat quickened, each pulse echoing in his chest, accompanied by an inexplicable sense of unease.
Sweat beads formed unconsciously on his forehead.
Prime Minister William walked slowly into the café, and the pedestrians around them suddenly seemed to lose their astonishment, resuming their own activities as if nothing had happened.
It was a strange feeling, as if they were in a different world from Karno and the others, perhaps due to some extraordinary power of Prime Minister William.
"Respected Prime Minister of Lorne, I have something important to show you that pertains to the survival of our world. Please come with me."
The Child of the Sun God gazed at the Prime Minister of Lorne, then extended his hand to unfold a painting.
Karno recognized it at once, it was the very thing that bound him within.