Daedric Solaryn's expression darkened as he sat in his grand office, the weight of his thoughts pressing down like an iron mantle. His mind kept circling back to the so-called investigators now housed within the palace walls.
'I can't push them away,' he thought grimly. He knew that much. The Red Sun, with its limited powers he could access, had already shown him enough. Their strength wasn't just notable—it was alarming.
Li Zenith and Nero Astrellan were both Immortal-rankers. That alone would have been enough to command respect, but they weren't the problem. No, the issue was him.
Magnus Draykar.
Even with the Red Sun amplifying his senses, Daedric couldn't gauge the man's full power. That alone spoke volumes. It was a void, vast and unmeasurable, a presence so far beyond his understanding it felt like staring into an abyss.
A sharp knock on the door jarred him from his thoughts. He straightened, his expression cooling into one of distant authority.
