"Maître… are we truly going in there?"
Clara asked Adam, her voice was calm, composed, as always, but Adam heard the tight edge beneath it. That subtle tremble buried under poise.
Her crimson eyes stayed locked on the swirling mass of Space Astrum, with magic circles rotating on the wall, as the tunnel led to a dead end, and this was what was at the end.
Adam didn't miss a beat. He replied honestly, after all, he needed to get to the other side of the magic portal at all costs.
As such, he replied back.
"Afraid so, servant of mine...why do you ask?"
Asked Adam, both arms crossed, as he looked ahead at the portal.
Clara didn't budge at his reply, but she would be lying if she said it did not worry her. Because after becoming a vampire, her sensitivity to danger has reached a high level of awareness.
And she tries to make this clear to Adam as well.
"Pourquoi? This presence… mon Dieu...it feels vastly worse than Casimir... Far worse, mon Maître."
