Reyna's voice was sharp and icy, her impatience radiating through the phone. "How is he doing right now? He better be alive, Roger. If he's dead, I'll annihilate every single guard working down there. No one will be spared."
Roger, still under Aiden's Sovereign's Command, responded with a calculated calmness. "Don't worry," he said, his voice steady. "After I resolved the situation, I took him with me to heal him. He's stable now. No need to worry."
There was a brief pause before Roger added, with genuine curiosity, "But I don't understand why he's so important to you, Reyna. He's just a novice."
Reyna's tone grew colder. "Forget that for now," she snapped, her irritation clear. "I want you to keep an eye on him, Roger. I can't trust any of your incompetent guards down there—they've already messed things up once. You will be responsible for him. Watch him closely and tell me if anything suspicious happens."
