Professor Lane’s Concern

As the debate continued, Eve's resolve crystallized into action. With a casual flick of her wrist, her hammer, intricately engraved with various runes, materialized in her grasp. The room watched in silent awe as she swung the hammer above her head and propelled herself through the roof, leaving a trail of lightning bolts in her wake. The boldness of her departure left her companions in a momentary state of stunned silence.

Once the echoes of her departure faded, Azazel broke the silence, his voice carrying a weight of responsibility. 

"I'll talk with my contact in Mazeroth. We'll have extra eyes on Harry at all times," he declared, his tone leaving no room for doubt about his commitment to their safety.

Trista, ever cautious, voiced the concern that lingered unspoken among them. "And how sure are we that this contact of yours won't betray us?" she asked, her skepticism evident.