"He's on edge."
Aeron stood with his hands clasped behind his back, sitting between the enormous basket of polearms and his spine as he looked toward a shadow gathered in the corner of the chamber.
"Alex Reynolds is much more aggressive than we anticipated. His temper is short, and he seems far too willing to kill anyone who stands in his way. Considering how carefully he's handled himself until now, I suspect he's under an enormous amount of pressure."
The shadow rippled, its indistinct features shifting as though someone were moving behind a thin curtain. Aeron couldn't see who was inside it, and he knew better than to pry into matters that didn't concern him.
"That isn't surprising. Some time ago, we detected an unusual fluctuation passing through the Real World. It originated from beyond the boundaries we're accustomed to monitoring, and although we couldn't determine its exact destination, the disturbance extended toward the Milky Way."
