"I do not know much about them myself," Mesofus finally admitted, his voice heavy yet honest. "What I've told you was not from my own knowledge. Elder Yefta ordered me to deliver this message. So… if you wish to give thanks, direct it to him."
Laras inclined her head slightly. Something in Mesofus's tone made her realize—even someone as strong as him had limits. There were truths even he could not touch. Behind his dignified presence, a faint sense of helplessness lingered.
Lein stepped forward, his gaze fixed on the spatial rift still hanging open in the air. "Lord Mesofus… will Elder Yefta be inside for long?" he asked cautiously.
Mesofus shook his head slowly. "I do not know," he answered. "But one thing is certain—it will not end until the full inspection is complete." His words were calm, but his eyes reflected the unease he tried to conceal. In his heart, he longed to follow inside, yet his duty bound him to the outer lines, ensuring no enemy could slip past.
