*Sky City*
The sun of the following day flooded the strategic office of the imperial domain, drawing pale light across the spread-out maps. Adrian, standing in front of a wide bay window, turned his back to the view of Sky City to face Isabella, Kris, and Zane, gathered around the table.
As the second Imperial Prince, the charismatic aura he exuded was only equal to that of his older brother.
"The situation with the Pendragon house is deteriorating faster than expected," Adrian announced, his features drawn from a night of analysis. "My intervention is imperatively required there. As a result, I will not be able to accompany you personally into the rift, so as not to alert them unnecessarily."
A heavy silence settled in. Kris clenched his fists, visibly annoyed by this change of plan.
"However," Adrian continued, his gaze fixing intensely on Isabella, "the mission remains priority. Isabella, you have my complete trust to carry it out successfully."
