His words faltered as his gaze shifted, catching sight of Arnin. The familiar figure was being led into a grand hall by a group of immortals. Chains bound his wrists and ankles, and his expression was one of fear, his usual confidence replaced by vulnerability.
Tidalia followed Nameless's line of sight, her sharp eyes narrowing as she spotted Arnin. "Let's go closer," she said, her voice low but firm.
As Nameless and Tidalia prepared to step closer, one of the immortals escorting Arnin caught sight of them. His gaze lingered briefly before he gestured toward them. "The Flower Immortals, please come," he said, his voice calm but commanding, as he continued leading Arnin inside.
"Are the Flower Immortals… us?" Nameless whispered, glancing sideways at Tidalia. She didn't respond, her steps already carrying her toward the hall with unshaken confidence. Begrudgingly, Nameless quickened his pace to match hers, silently following her lead.
