Chapter 31: A night for Ale
Kaedros said nothing.
Zevrak stood, his massive frame rising with surprising speed. The chair beneath him groaned in relief.
"Join his team. Await instructions."
"...As you wish," Kaedros replied flatly. "But before you leave, make sure the Order backs off."
Zevrak rubbed his thick hands together, voice low and confident.
"Oh, they will."
Until the forbidden zone raid, he didn’t say. But Kaedros heard it anyway.
The man turned and exited with his two cloaked escorts. Kaedros expanded his awareness again, still nothing. One of them was cloaked, and not by any ordinary means. High-level suppression magic, likely. He was sure of it.
The door clicked shut behind them.
Taria exhaled slowly, then turned to him. He expected anger, or perhaps fear. But what he saw instead was a fierce, grim smile.
"He’s strong."
"The strongest I’ve seen so far," Kaedros agreed. Among humans, he didn’t add.