"The time for the reopening of the rift is one that I estimate to be 65 years later," Thaddeus said, his voice carrying a note of careful calculation. "It is my expectation that you would achieve First Rank before then and give this exploration a greater hope of success."
He paused, his sharp eyes studying August's face.
"Of course, you stand to gain immense gains that many would die for."
August pondered for a moment, his mind racing through the implications.
Sixty-five years. That is a long time—but also not long at all. With the Blazing War, and the bitter enmity with the Cadogan Clan intensifying, coupled with the likely extraterrestrial invasion which could resume given the change in the situation, the next half a decade could prove to be one of chaos and blood.
He glanced at Vanne, who was watching the exchange with quiet intensity. His mentor's expression was unreadable, but August could sense the tension in his aura.
