Song remained in the tea room, standing near the shadowed corner as he waited for the final casualty reports to trickle in from his subordinates. In this moment of extreme vulnerability, he believed the most important person to stay close to was the Dark Magus. The air in the room was thick with the scent of bitter herbs and the metallic tang of blood that refused to dissipate.
He found himself increasingly intrigued, and perhaps a little unsettled, by what he was hearing. Raze wasn't being careful with his words; the time for secrecy had long since passed. With a Grand Magus breathing down their necks, Raze didn't seem to care who knew about his past, his true identity, or the fact that his knowledge hailed from a world far beyond their own.
However, Song couldn't remain silent after Raze's last revelation. It sounded like a heresy that challenged the very foundation of their magical society.
