Monja's voice, strained and laced with anxiety, sliced through the tense silence. Her words hung in the air, heavy with unspoken fear.
Jin-Woo: *His heart pounded in his chest.* Am I… fading? Is he… becoming one with my body? What do you mean, wrong?
David drawn to the rising tension, drags a hand through his hair, making it messy in the process.
David:What's going on? Is Chris alright?
Michael: *He reaches out a comforting hand towards the distressed woman, his brow furrowed with worry.* Everyone, please, try to remain calm. Monja deep breaths.
Monja: *She struggles to catch her breath, her gaze fixed on Jin-Woo.* I… I don't understand. He's flickering.
Michael tries to rescued the moment by trying to ease the panic that's rising in all three individuals, but Monja goes into a state of hypertension that makes matters a thousand times worse.
Michael: *He places a reassuring hand on Monja's shoulder, his wings rustling softly.* Monja, please, focus on your breathing. Slow, deep breaths. He's going to be alright.
David: *He kneels down beside her, his voice trembling slightly.* Monja, please, calm down?
Jin-Woo: *He grips the edge of the sofa, his knuckles white. The room feels like it's tilting, the air thick and suffocating.* What's happening to me? I feel… strange.
His voice is barely a whisper, a stark contrast to his usual calm demeanor. Monja's panicked breaths come in ragged gasps, her eyes wide and unfocused. She reached a trembling hand towards David, her fingers splayed as if trying to grasp something intangible.
Monja: *She looks at Michael, her eyes filled with terror.* He's… he's disappearing! Like… like sand through my fingers!
Michael: *He closes his eyes for a moment, his expression grim. He can feel the delicate balance of the realms teetering, a sensation like a tremor running through his very being.* The convergence… it's happening much faster than I anticipated.
He opens his eyes, his gaze sweeping over the worried faces. He has to take control of the situation, project an aura of calmness, even though inwardly, his heart races.
Michael: *He takes a deep breath, spreading his wings slightly as if drawing strength from them.* David, I need you to take Monja outside for some fresh air. Sung Jin-Woo, lay down and relax. I need to… assess the situation.
David: *He hesitates, his eyes darting between Michael and the one who isn't his brother. He doesn't want to leave, but he knows that Monja needs help.* But… is Chris going to be okay?
Michael: *He places a firm hand on David's shoulder, his voice unwavering.* He will be. I promise. Trust me.
David, reluctantly, helps Monja to her feet. As they move towards the door, Monja keeps her gaze locked on Christopher's face, a silent plea in her eyes. The room falls silent, the only sound is Jin-Woo's shallow breathing and the soft rustle of Michael's wings.