Eijar sat frozen, utterly stunned by the cold, absolute promise Isiah issued while staring deeply into her eyes. His expression had settled into a profound, terrifying composure, his glowing eyes wide and unwavering.
In that moment, surrounded by the horrific shadow of the Inferno realm, he appeared almost radiant to her, an anchor in the dark. She gently rested her head against his fingers, remaining completely silent.
Yet she refused to let fragile hope take root within her soul. She resisted forming any expectations regarding his protection, deeply terrified of misinterpreting his true intentions.
Isiah slowly lowered his hand, his gaze shifting back to her small form. "Do you... possess knowledge... of any other... dark entity in this realm?"
"I do," Jaffar interjected, his voice echoing calmly from above as he maintained his steady flight, "though as I cautioned previously, the entities inhabiting this territory honor zero laws or allegiances."
