C543 One Hundred and Fifty Years of Waiting

"What's on your mind?"

Igrel gazed into the abyss, where Vina's voice echoed in his heart.

"I can't shake the feeling that we're being watched. Maybe it's not just my imagination."

Igrel sighed deeply and murmured his response.

"Watched? I haven't sensed any other presences here. Could it be Vikna?"

Vina pondered before responding to Igrel's claim