Caelion strode through the fortress with unwavering steps, his sharp eyes fixed straight ahead. His face remained composed beneath its stern expression, revealing nothing to the people around him, but his mind was anything but calm.
Questions continued to pile upon one another with every step he took. Who exactly were these four strangers? How had they entered Skyhold Bastion without anyone noticing until the Detection Array activated? More importantly, how could the Array fail to identify the origin of their Magic?
"This is bad," Caelion thought grimly. "I knew something like this would eventually happen."
Despite the unease growing inside him, none of it appeared on his face. A governor could not afford to display uncertainty before his own soldiers. If he showed hesitation now, it would spread throughout the entire chain of command before the day ended.
