Hundred and Forty-two

The meeting didn't unfold as Arabella had planned. Just as they entered the meeting hall, a loud bang reverberated outside, shaking the entire cave, followed by a shout.

"Arabellaaaaa!" The unmistakable voice of Sandro echoed throughout the entire cave.

"Sandro," Arabella winced, her gaze shifting from Blaze to Thalia, then to Orga, and back to Blaze.

"Sandro," Blaze affirmed with a nod, stepping towards her and encircling her with his arm. He felt her shiver and leaned in, asking softly, "Are you alright?"

"I am," Arabella muttered, but Blaze wasn't entirely convinced. She was fidgeting with a button on his shirt, and he sighed, gently rubbing his palm up her arm. As much as he wanted to inquire about her well-being, he held back.

He believed it wasn't the right moment to broach such matters.

"What should we do," Arabella whispered, her eyes wide with fear, flickering back to Blaze.

"We wait to see what's going to happen," Blaze replied. He was certain that making hasty decisions inv