Fortitude

"Are... Are we coming to the end?" Nelya muttered, watching Fromund's transformation into a fiery knight.

Franz sitting next to her, did not answer, his eyes watching Osana, who silently, without saying anything headed towards Silvana.

However, it was obvious to everyone that behind Osana's calm face, beneath her mask, lurked a panic, wanting to turn to despair. She was smart enough to realize that something was wrong, that the situation had drastically changed for the worse.

Step. Step. Step.

Clenching her fists tightly, Osana stopped in front of Silvana.

As if sensing her emotions, Silvana turned away, not wanting to talk to Osana right now.

"Operator... Turn to face me, or I swear... I'll make you do it."

A coldness ran down Silvana's back with waves of shivers, fear appeared deep in her eyes from Osana's commanding tone.