The moment I said that, Heim straightened, his usual scowl shifting into something closer to interest. "About time," he muttered.
I ignored him.
"Based on recent findings," I continued, "we have solid reasons to believe that the ruins Amaterasu entered—the ones that made her disappear for two whole months despite her swearing it only felt like two days—are actually one of the space-time nodes of the Lost Realm."
Silence. The kind where everyone processed exactly how deep into mythical disaster territory we were heading.
"Whether the node is still intact or has been compromised is uncertain," I went on, "but we're classifying this as Code Black—top danger level."
"What exactly did you find?" Heim asked, frowning. He hadn't been at the previous briefing, so I wasn't surprised by the question.
