"Strange," Anenep called out, his voice a dry clatter. "Boras, what's going on? Has the Red Moon's pollution decreased?"
"How much has it decreased?"
"By a fifth. It's slowly rising again, but something isn't right about this."
A red glow flickered faintly deep within Boras's hollow eye sockets. "Something must have happened that we're unaware of. It's just..."
He paused. "Have the intelligence department contact the Spiritual Mystery School. See if their Legendary Mages of the Fate path have discovered anything."
"Alright, I'll inform Amiditch right away." Anenep agreed, but he didn't move. Instead, he continued to ask, "And what about the matter with the Shadow School?"
"Let's wait a little longer. They've clearly come to probe us this time. Perhaps they've sensed the Chief is absent and want to get their hands on something… It could be within the school, or it could be in some forbidden place on the Northern Continent…"
"Then, should we still have our Shadows make a move?"
