The plump face of Seren, formed by a ghostly blue flame, twisted with anxiety that seemed to spill from the pixelated projection: "Lynch! Saphiro! What on earth are you up to?!"
His voice echoed around the quiet top-floor study of the Guardian Tower, carrying a grating metallic edge, "Why did a Domain-level fluctuation suddenly erupt at the core of your Witch Domain?! That pure aura of Light is about to break through the planar barrier! Could it be... could it be you silently advanced to the Domain level?! How is this possible?!"
Behind the Obsidian desk, Lynch slightly leaned back, settling into the wide high-backed chair, shadows aptly concealed the upper half of his face, leaving only a faint curve at the corner of his mouth. His fingertip gently tapped the cold surface of the table, producing a rhythmic, soft "tap, tap" sound, as if providing a soundtrack to Seren's impatience.
