The air hung heavy with tension as Lara and the others gathered in a tight circle, their expressions betraying the anxiety that coursed through each of them. The dolls had been destroyed. Now came the moment of truth: had their efforts actually worked?
"Do you think we did it?" Kay whispered, his voice barely audible in the stifling silence of the room. The stone walls seemed to absorb his words, leaving nothing but the faint echo of uncertainty.
Jonas shifted his considerable weight from one foot to the other, the floorboards creaking beneath him. "I don't know," he muttered, running a hand through his disheveled hair. "I hope so."
Aziel's fingers crackled with faint blue electricity nervously. Tiny sparks danced between his fingertips as he struggled to maintain his composure. "Only one way to find out," he said, nodding toward the wooden door.
It couldn't be this easy, could it? The thought hung unspoken between them, a collective doubt that none dared to voice aloud.
