Isiah left the room in silence, his departure leaving a palpable tension in the air.
Lexie watched him go, her heart heavy with unanswered questions and unresolved emotions.
She turned to Eijar, offering a weak smile, but her mind was still consumed by thoughts of Isiah and the tumultuous events of the night.
However, Eijar's tone was stern as she uttered, "Do you realize what you've done, Lexie?"
Lexie's gaze faltered under Eijar's scrutiny, and she swallowed hard before responding, "I... I don't know what you mean."
Eijar's words hung in the air, her tone heavy with concern as she recounted her observations.
"Isiah... he was acting unlike himself, almost like a man possessed," she began, her voice tinged with unease. "I've witnessed him endure some truly dire situations, but this... this was different. He kept muttering about hearing your voice, even though you weren't present. It consumed him to the point where he believed he was losing his sanity."
