Ava: Radio Silence
The phone doesn't even ring anymore. It goes straight to voicemail.
Kellan's rings, but there's no answer.
Vester's rings, too. But he also doesn't answer.
In fact, we've tried everyone. No one's answering.
If we hadn't already had successful calls since being in the Fae Ward, I'd suspect that we can't call people. Instead…
"Something's wrong."
Stating the obvious does nothing to ease the tension in my room. The thrill of success over me reaching my magic earlier is long gone, leaving us all staring at our phones.
Magister Orion was kind enough to send a folding table upstairs for us to use, and Marcus uses it to spread a few papers across its surface.
"I've summarized all the information we've learned since being in the Fae Ward, but it's very little. I think our best bet is to ask Magister Orion and Sister Miriam to see if they can use their resources to better source intel on what's going on outside the city."