Taken Seriously
"Six individuals departed with the intelligence?" Evalyn inquired, her gaze icy and unwavering.
"Indeed," Kaze confirmed. "They split up, heading in different directions."
The pair conversed in a windowless conference chamber deep within the military base. The fatigue beneath Evalyn's eyes had intensified over the past month; her cold coffee was proof, as it was at the bottom of the pot. In contrast, the emperor appeared well-rested, though somber.
"What about Roxy?" Evalyn pressed, her eyes narrowing.
"Her account seems credible," Kaze answered. "It provided a troubling revelation."
"Which is?" General Skye asked, bracing herself.
"Killian is exhibiting signs of minor memory regression," the emperor explained. "He's experiencing dreams and premonitions of his downfall. That's why he dispatched the Silver Medallions to the Mortal Plane."
"How much do you believe he's aware of?" she inquired, her eyes shaky.