For a while, Alex didn't answer.
He looked at Elder Aeron and took in the stern expression on his face, then let his gaze drift to the enormous basket of polearms strapped to his back. Even now, the weapons were giving off faint fluctuations of Aether. The elder hadn't relaxed his guard in the slightest.
Then Alex chuckled.
It started quietly, but the amusement was real enough that Aeron's expression grew even uglier. The man had probably expected him to panic once the flaw in his argument was pointed out. Under ordinary circumstances, Alex might have played along, just to see what information he could squeeze out of him.
Unfortunately, he was no longer in the mood.
He raised a hand, and a small orb appeared in his palm. Its translucent surface showed a complicated arrangement of Runes surrounding a projection sealed inside.
Aeron's gaze shifted to it, but Alex made no move to activate it. Instead, he looked at Fanelei.
