When Raze returned to the group, he sought out Safa directly. This wasn't something he could afford to keep from her, not with what was coming.
He explained everything. How a meeting had been arranged. How she would be face-to-face with one of the Grand Magus.
Specifically… Ibarin.
The moment she heard the name, Safa's face tightened with unease. A ripple of nerves passed through her, and she instinctively clenched her hands together.
"Am I going to be okay?" she asked, her voice quiet. "What if… what if he wants to test my magic?"
"Then show him what you can," Raze replied calmly. "If anything, that will work in your favor. Your situation is believable. You've got a strong affinity for magic, and you possess the God Eyes, but in terms of experience? You're still developing. That contrast is something he'll accept."
He stepped a little closer, keeping his tone steady to reassure her.
