Eryndor banged his table, and stood up abruptly, his hands almost on the verge of pulling at his hair.
"Just what is going on with Calix?"
Eryndor whispered to himself. His fists clenched, before loosening up.
He took a deep breath, went back to his bed and sat cross legged.
No use worrying about it now.
Eryndor briefly thought about using Cognitive Scrying on Liliana, but the experience of the pain haunted him.
He had seen the symbols on his Sovereign's Cloak which lit up while resisting against Liliana's attack. It wasn't something abstract like misfortune or such, but really just mental attacks.
He couldn't understand how the people weren't noticing a mental attack, it would've been understandable if it was something abstract like fate-based attack instead. Just what kind of mental attack was it?
Anyway, since she has attacked me, I can easily make a move on her.
He thought with hands on his chin. Eryndor had zero problems retaliating to people who made the move first.
