Chapter 196: Marshal’s Gift
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The underground base hissed open with a soft thrum, the hum of magic and technology woven together in seamless, elegant design. The chamber beyond was vast.
Arthur stepped forward into the heart of his base, his footsteps echoing softly against the floor. Violet sigils sparked to life beneath his boots, recognizing his presence. Waiting in there was Owl. The Shadow dipped its head in a slow, solemn nod.
Standing nearby, tall and composed, was Lex the shadow with a mind sharper than any blade. He said nothing, but returned Arthur’s gaze with one of practiced expectation, nodding once in acknowledgment.
And there, seated cross-legged on the velvet chaise, was Raven. A heavy, arcane tome lay open on her lap, her pale fingers gliding lazily over the page. She didn’t look up immediately, but when she did, her gaze was steady.
"You escaped," she said flatly, though her tone was laced with sarcasm dry, affectionate in its own guarded way.
Arthur gave a quiet chuckle, the rare kind that softened the sharpness of his features. "That I did."