Adrien sat in silence long after the telepathic link faded. The faint hum of the facility's generators filled the room, mingling with the muffled sound of the storm.
The conversation with Adrius still echoed in his mind.
Magic energy that will manifest physically. The words weighed on his chest like a stone. If what Adrius said to him was true, then this could be an attack.
He leaned back in his chair, rubbing his temples. His mind was a swirl of images. He saw that they would fight something they barely understood.
"If this storm turns Magic into something real…" His throat tightened. "Then we might have to fight some kind of monstrous creatures."
Adrien took a slow breath, forcing his thoughts to steady. Panic would help no one.
He exhaled sharply and pushed away from the table.
"I can't afford to lose my composure now," he muttered. "Everyone's looking to me."
