The side entrance creaked faintly, drawing all eyes as Oizys slipped in, her black feather wings rustling softly against her violet halo's flickering light.
She moved with her usual fluid grace, but there was a slight haste in her step, as if she'd been pulled from some internal contemplation.
Kivas tilted her head, a faint smile tugging at her lips, though her eyes held a glint of mild reproach.
"You're quite late, Oizys," Kivas said, her voice warm but pointed, crossing her arms lightly over her regenerating white dress. "We were just diving into the heart of this mess. Did Yoiglah's chat run long, or were you off pondering some existential crisis behind my back"
Oizys waved a dismissive hand, her smirk curling as she settled into a spot beside Samael. "No need to rewind for me. I've been keeping up from afar—some of my skills let me eavesdrop on the vibes without being in the room~"
"Well, I suppose there is no need for a replay."
