Emery was relaxing in one of the Centauri inns, sitting at a high podium table alongside Gwen and Glita. The three were quietly discussing strategies to restore the fallen reputation of his apothecary shops. Outside, through the crystalline windows, Centauri City shimmered beneath the light of its twin moons—airships gliding between spires of glass and metal.
Their talk was interrupted when a communication rune flared on Emery's wrist.
Julian.
The man had finally reached out.
Moments later, a knock sounded. The door slid open to reveal a familiar figure.
"Master, I am glad to see you safe and well."
The man bowed deeply. It was Titus, one of his former Earth student who had advanced into the magus realm. His polished armor gleamed under the inn lights, marked by the crest of Nova Roma, the golden eagle of Julian's empire. His presence radiated discipline and military pride.
