Father watched the faint residue of mana from Ghost disappear into the air, a sad smile touching his lips.
"Yeah," he murmured, "Ghost is, and has been, one of the longest-serving Ambassadors of Central."
If I remembered correctly, Central was where disputes amongst kingdoms were settled—issues on territory, trespasses, and so much more. It served as the hub for diplomacy. Hmm, so Central had Ambassadors like Ghost this strong—Lord Zedd even called him a prodigy, which meant his disappearing into thin air was his own personal mana manipulation abilities. Looking at Morad still sound asleep in his bowl was still unbelievable. Could he really control his sleep or was he genuinely tired?
"But Father," Astraya asked, ever intrigued, "what really is an Ambassador? What do they actually do? Him and Lord Zedd looked to be close friends."
