Rama sat upon the ancient throne, its cold stone pressing against his back as he settled in. Shoji and Axel remained where they were, eyes fixed warily on the wall of Ghosts that still hovered in silent formation.
They cast a brief glance at Rama, confirming he was seated — but only for a moment. Their focus quickly returned to the spirits.
"Rama? How do you feel?" Axel asked, his voice low, tense. His hands gripped his bow tightly, ready for anything.
Shoji didn't speak but waited for the answer, his body rigid with anticipation.
"I… don't feel anything," Rama replied at last, uncertainty in his tone. His brow furrowed as he glanced around the chamber. Nothing stirred. No pulse of light, whisper of power, only silence. "It's like… something should be happening, but isn't. Maybe I just have to wait."
His eyes flicked toward the Ghosts, still unmoving. "They're not reacting. That probably means they're not going to attack."
Axel arched a brow. "And you're basing that on what?"
