Once everyone left the room, Asmodeus felt a sense of peace, closing his eyes to take a moment to gather his thoughts. He suddenly felt something deep within the quiet slap of the waves against the ship's hull.
Or at least that's what he should be hearing...
'What's going on?'
He expanded his senses, able to see all manner of images in the centre of his mind.
Albrecht was still speaking in his calm, irritating voice. Caelith still stood behind him like a sword pretending to be a woman. Brando still muttered outside the door, grumbling about parchment, ink and the cost of feeding priests.
But beyond all of that, the sea had gone quiet.
No waves struck the hull.
No gulls cried above the fleet.
Even the wind passing through Logan's ridiculous cooling device seemed to vanish, as if the world itself had taken a deep breath.
'Something's not right!'
Asmodeus quickly adjusted himself, eyes snapping open as the images vanished, but the sounds still remained absent.
