They soared through the open skies, twin suns casting long shadows as the towering silhouette of Astralis Arcanum emerged in the distance. It dominated the horizon like a bastion of arcane might its crystal-infused towers gleaming, runes on its gates pulsing with a rhythm only mages could feel.
Without a word, they descended, bypassing the grand entrances entirely. Lucen led Zane directly through a high window his personal office window, to be precise. They had departed from this very room three hours ago. And now, they were back.
Of those three hours, Lucen had spent more than two unconscious on the frozen battlefield.
The room was exactly as they'd left it quiet, orderly, and infused with a faint hum of enchantments. Lucen moved to his desk with a heavy breath and motioned toward a chair across from him.
"Sit," he said. "Let's discuss your job now."
