Clyde frowned as he looked at Hammer, the frown on his forehead deepening. However, his mind right now still thinking about the strange feeling that had jolted him awake.
The sensation wasn't just lingering — it was gnawing at the edges of his consciousness like a puzzle with missing pieces that he couldn't quite place.
Hammer's eyes caught Clyde's distracted demeanor. "You alright, boy?" he asked, his gruff voice carrying note of concern.
"Yeah," Clyde replied curtly, shaking off the haze. He locked eyes with Hammer, his expression questioning. "It's quick, though. How did Maethion manage to get the results so fast?"
Hammer scratched his beard, his expression grim. "Because he had to consult the High Council. They know about it now."
Clyde exhaled sharply, the weight of that statement sinking in. Of course they knew.
