Magnus swirled the wine in his glass before taking a long sip, leaning back against the edge of the table.
His relaxed posture contrasted with the weight of the news he was about to deliver, though his mischievous grin remained intact.
"Well, since you're asking, I might as well tell you about the little 'detour' I had to deal with during my mission. You know, nothing too big—just the Queen of the Tempest Kingdom being attacked by some nasty advanced Horrors and a couple of Syncs."
Galen's expression remained as stoic as ever, not a flicker of surprise or concern crossing his face.
He leaned casually against the mantle, sipping his wine as though Magnus had mentioned a misplaced sword instead of a high-profile demonic attack.
"Go on," Galen said simply, his voice calm and measured.
