"By the way, Father, there's something I wanted to—"
Before Rafine could finish, a ball of light suddenly appeared before them.
It drifted slowly toward Alvaron and hovered directly in front of him.
Moments later, the light formed a vortex. Inside, Alvaron could see Ragan sitting in his study, his expression solemn.
"Your Majesty?" Alvaron's face froze.
He quickly regained his composure, stood, and bowed respectfully.
Rafine, equally startled, mirrored his bow.
"Good evening, Your Majesty," Alvaron said. "What brings you to contact me so abruptly?"
He already had a few guesses but wanted to hear it directly from him.
Ragan interlaced his fingers and rested his chin on his thumbs.
"I'm sure you already know why I contacted you," Ragan said indifferently. "So I won't beat around the bush. What do you mean by sending thousands of troops to the southern continent? Do you intend to start a war with the Ancient Kingdom of Eron?"
