A crisp, even voice called for them to enter. Eric opened the door. Miher was standing up near the edge of Milano's desk, his graying hair looked disheveled as if he had been running his hands through it.
Milano took off his glasses, a grim expression on his face as he took a sip from his coffee mug.
"What do you have for me?" Milano asked, setting his coffee mug to the side.
Eric slid the reports he had gathered over to the general. "Sir, we were successfully able to gain an understanding of what the Veil operators were wishing to achieve. They wished to test our response time and gauge our capabilities. They appeared to underestimate our ability to detect mana because they were not expecting us to catch them."
Milano didn't respond immediately. With a weary sigh, he put his glasses on and sifted through the document. He stopped on one line and looked up. "There were more?"
