Clyde immediately picked up the black device from the nightstand, its surface cool and smooth like obsidian glass. Without hesitation, he channeled a current of magic into it—just enough to awaken the dormant mechanisms sealed within.
A faint hum resonated through the chamber as the device came to life. Lines of light traced across its edges, forming shifting glyphs, and then clicking sound happened and a hologram burst upward from its core, no larger than the palm of his hand.
Agatha's face appeared in sharp resolution, her features stern and her eyes intense. She didn't waste time.
"Clyde," she said, her voice clipped and urgent. "Do you know about the events unfolding across the realms?"
Clyde gave a small nod, his expression calm. "The corruption. Yes, I know about it."
