After Nylian was informed about the next stages of Operation Constantine, he was… stunned, to say the least.
"Goodness arcana," the elven Headmaster exclaimed softly as he took a sip of sake.
Operation Constantine was not a plan born overnight.
It was a grand scheme that had been slowly set into motion nearly half a century ago, built piece by piece through careful oversight and sacrifice.
To watch its pieces finally begin falling into place as time marched forward felt almost surreal.
What had once been nothing but a desperate plan hatched in this very chamber had now grown into something vast, something capable of shaping the fate of the world.
And at the very center of it all stood the man whose name the operation bore…
Adam Constantine.
Nylian's lips curled into a grateful smile as he said softly, "The Empire is fortunate to have you, Adam."
Lucian silently nodded, a faint smile of acknowledgment on his face.
