Evren's lips curved into a proud smirk. "Ha." He turned to leave but then, the darkness poured out of Navian's body again, swirling thickly around him like living shadows reclaiming their host.
Evren let out a low whistle, impressed. "Really impressive for a magic-user mutant," he murmured before finally heading to the bedroom.
Willow was seated cross-legged on the carpet beside the bed, her laptop balanced on her knees, typing with intense focus.
It wasn't her assigned laptop.
Evren's curiosity perked up immediately. He padded closer and sat beside her, glancing at the screen only to see a military profile of Sylas in uniform. She had hacked straight into the military database.
Name: Sylas Mercer
Age: 25
Mutation Type: Natural mutant
Position: General, East Midlands Regional Base
"He's twenty-six now," Evren said casually, not at all bothered that she was researching Sylas.
