Primarch kept walking, his steps steady and unhurried, his voice calm as it carried over his shoulder.
"You will know about it soon enough. For now, we must not keep our Master waiting."
Luvia glanced around, her brow furrowing as she noticed the absence of their fourth sibling. "What about Gryre? Shouldn't he be joining us?"
Primarch's voice remained calm and measured, each word delivered with the same unhurried authority.
"I already informed Gryre to summon you both. However... knowing Gryre, I doubt he delivered the message. He tends to become distracted. Especially when he finds something that catches his interest. Once his attention is captured, everything else fades into the background. Messages, orders, even the passage of time itself."
Selon let out a low, lazy snort. "Figures. That greedy bastard probably got sidetracked by his own reflection in a silver spoon."
