"Should I visit the other two kingdoms?" he mutters to himself. "Doing nothing in this empty capital is really making me lose my mind."
Before the thought lingers too long, a ripple distorts the air, and Vaelith materializes before him, his presence as silent as ever. His expression remains neutral, but Alix can sense the weight behind his words.
"Your Majesty, there's been a mishap in Delon City," Vaelith reports. "A spy managed to slip past the Shadows and sent a message using some kind of device before they eliminated them. The enemy likely knows about Varkas now."
Alix simply nods, unfazed. "That's fine," he says, his tone calm. "They'll probably send another group, this time with a Tier 5." He leans forward slightly, resting his chin on his hand. "Let them prepare. As for Varkas…" A small smirk tugs at his lips. "He's probably going to be thrilled that he gets to fight again."
Vaelith remains composed, but there's a flicker of understanding in his gaze.
