At the same time.
Amazarak Fallen Nation.
The Summoned Hero Base.
Vane stood atop one of the tallest buildings, the cool night breeze ruffling his hair as he gazed up at the star-scattered sky. A glass of wine swirled gently in one hand, while the other rested casually in his pocket. A faint, knowing smirk played on his lips.
I don't know what you're planning, Princess Celine.
But I've already done what I must.
He took a slow sip of his wine, his eyes narrowing thoughtfully.
Let's hope the report I provided will keep Julius chasing shadows long enough for you to slip through his fingers. The more time he wastes hunting for you in the wrong direction, the better it is for both of us.
A low, calm chuckle escaped Vane's lips as he swirled the wine in his glass, watching the deep crimson liquid catch the moonlight.
Don't get me wrong, Princess. I didn't do this to help you or out of some sense of chivalry.
