In an unknown area, a person wearing a mask placed down a few communication orbs on the ground. He then used his mana to activate each orb.
Several people who were also wearing masks then appeared before the unknown individual.
"Zehn has fallen."
The moment those words were spoken, the figures projected from the communication orbs fell silent. After several seconds, one of them spoke.
"Did he speak?"
"He did not speak a word. None of us will, no matter what."
One of the projected figures slowly lowered his head. "Then Zehn fulfilled the final act of loyalty."
"He did."
"And the body?"
"Destroyed. Black flame consumed everything. There should be nothing left for Norvaegard to examine."
"Should be?" Another masked individual asked. They did not like hearing such a word of uncertainty.
"He was facing Robert Duskwell and Lysette Crowlorne."
"He caught the attention of the mad alchemist and the golden noble."
