Bairan watched in silence as the Void Summons disappeared into the Limitless Void, carrying Northern into the dark sanctuary beyond.
Only when the last flicker of their presence vanished did he turn, his garb fluttering with a slow finality as he approached the humans gathered on the roof.
He stopped before them—silent, still—and swept his gaze across the crowd.
A cold, furtive glance.
But under those heavy, glacial-blue eyes, every one of them stiffened. Gulped. Swallowed hard. No one dared to speak.
Then Bairan's gaze shifted to Paragon Raizel.
"It's a good thing I was there while the planning was going on."
He said, voice flat, devoid of warmth.
"We'll leave for... what's that place again?"
Raizel replied.
"Fhugal."
"Yes. Fhugal."
A brief pause. Then Bairan continued, without looking at anyone else.
"How many of us are flying all the way there?"
Paragon Raizel glanced around, then offered a shrug with a dry chuckle.
