"It's... war..." Ruby answered. "The eastern people... they are going to massacre the towns on their way here... with poison mist magic."
Roarke widened his eyes.
This was it. This was the purpose of his infiltration here. To gather intelligence, to monitor the Saintess, to uncover the truths that no one else could reach.
And now, standing outside her door, he had just heard something invaluable. A prophecy of war? An eastern attack? Poison mist magic?
This was the kind of information that wouldn't be widespread like the usual prophecies, this would cement his value to the Luna beyond any doubt.
He knocked on the door, his healer's persona settling over him like a second skin. "This is Rohan. May I come in?"
Ruby flinched at the sound, and then, unconsciously, a smile crept across her face. Relief. "Y-yes, Father Rohan! Please come in!"
