Silence suddenly descended on the field of flowers as Elveria did nothing but stare at Kyra at her statement; the silence so heavy that it felt like an invisible weight on the environment punctuated only at intervals by the occasional soft breeze that rustled the flower petals.
"So," the Soul of magic finally said after a while when she seemed to have realized that no response would be coming from the Sacred of truth, "are you planning to give me the truths I seek or what?"
But Elveria only continued to stare on impassively at Kyra.
Soon, it began to look as if the Sacred was using the silence as some sort of weapon against the Soul of magic and never one to take an attack lightly, the latter screamed in fury. “Elveria, what-?”
"What exactly do you want to know, Kyra?" Elveria cut in,
