The two strode through the corridors of the Elf Palace, their footsteps echoing softly on the marble floors. The faint hum of Magic energy that now always alive in this place lingered in the air but Erend's mind was far from the splendor around him.
As they walked, Saeldir glanced at Erend with calm expression but his tone grave when he speak.
"I just received a message from Eccar not long ago," he said. "That's why I contacted you immediately."
Erend's chest tightened, his thoughts swirling with unease. "What did he say? Did he mention any kind of plan?"
Saeldir shook his head. "He didn't give much detail. His message was fragmented. Whatever is happening there, it seems dire."
Erend's jaw clenched. He feels more anxious as they continued toward Saeldir's chamber.
When they arrived, Saeldir gestured for Erend to take a seat at the circular table in the center of the room.
