Headmaster's Office, Saratoga Castle.
Nylian paced back and forth in the circular chamber, hands clasped behind his back and his face marred by anxiety.
He had been in constant communication with Daniel, getting the latest updates on the battle taking place on the shores of Ravenfell.
However, it had been a few minutes since the artifacts had turned silent.
He didn't know how Adam was faring in his battle against the seven Mana Core Magi. Despite the Emperor's presence in the city, Nylian didn't know how things would turn out.
Truth be told, he was vehemently against Adam's plan to draw the Mana Core-level Cultists out and lure them to Ravenfell. After all, he still had some lingering trauma from the Battle of Ravenfell, and hated to put the lives of his people at risk.
But since Lucian had personally assured him that everything would be under control, he had no other choice but to agree with the plan.
"Curses!" he muttered under his breath. "Both of them are reckless!"
