Selever stood in the church, his face illuminated by the dim light of the candles. An expression of genuine annoyance and displeasure lay on his face as the sound of the storm echoed outside, creating a contrast between the calm of the interior and the fury of the weather. He was absorbed in his thoughts, perhaps seeking refuge and comfort in the midst of the storm, because he was terrified of thunder, but he would not admit it.

Selever sighs, a strained look of discomfort on his face. With a voice broken by annoyance, he mutters something barely audible, perhaps expressing his frustration or discontent with the situation. "I hate this.."