"MASTER!" gasped a troubled Starix, "-I'm here," he panted, exactly an hour passed and the man stood pressing files in-between his arms, "-the problem and solution, I have found them both." Eleven read on the clock, and the trial was scheduled for three in the afternoon. Therein, Raven settled on couches and faced the weirdly excited Starix.
Holographic display lit, a presentation wrote across many slides. Igna sat beside a focused Kul – by how he had spoken earlier, the plot seemed very much tight and complex.
