Chapter 3661: The Two Thousand Nine Hundred and Thirtieth Echo: A New Kind of Cold

The silence that followed was different from the silence they had known before.

It was not the rich, fertile silence of the listeners, teeming with unspoken stories, but a barren, empty silence, a void where an answer should have been.

It was a chilling feeling, the first touch of a new kind of entropy, a new kind of cold.

But Elara, the first to hear the third voice, felt something else in the silence: the faint, ghost-like echo of a question yet to be formed.