Andre immediately stood up, his face regaining that calm and composed expression.
Despite their grandfather-grandson relationship, in matters concerning power, there always remained a subtle distance and alertness between them.
"Grandfather, aren't you supposed to be resting?"
He asked, his voice carrying both concern and a hint of vigilance.
August waved his hand and slowly sat down in the chair opposite Andre.
"At a time like this, who has time for rest?"
The old man's voice was deep and hoarse, carrying an unhideable worry:
"I just received news that there has been a breach of Abyssal aura at the Black Mist School, and now the school has begun evacuating, probably unable to protect itself."
Andre's expression immediately turned serious: "What? Is the news accurate?"
He had been busy with the throne struggle recently, reducing his contact with the Black Mist School.
