The black spirit clicked on the round device in his hand. It glowed faintly as magic circuits lit up — a long-distance communication tool powered by magitech.
A soft hum filled the room before a blue light flickered in the air, forming a projection. The connection was made almost instantly.
"Oh my," the spirit sneered, a crooked grin spreading across his face. "The king picked up quite fast. Seems someone's impatient."
The projection brightened, revealing the image of the Elven King. His face was filled with fury, his emerald eyes blazing with killing intent and worry for his child.
Behind him, three others sat — two women and one man — all wearing sad expressions.
"You bastards!" the king roared. "Where is my son?!"
The spirit chuckled darkly. "Now, now, dear king," he said, floating lazily to the side. "Watch your tongue. It would be a shame if your precious boy… met an accident."
