After several moments, Zhyravel's violet gaze slowly lifted from the artifact, coming to rest on Colonel Vazeryth and Anthony.
A quiet exhale escaped his lips as his eyes reverted to their usual obsidian black, the glow fading.
"What a troublesome artifact you've brought me this time"
He said, his voice tinged with a mixture of surprise and concern.
"Where did you acquire this?"
Colonel Vazeryth shook his head slightly, his expression steady.
"You know I can't answer that. Military information is classified"
Zhyravel let out an exaggerated groan, crossing his arms as he leaned back in his chair.
"Come on, don't play this game with me. You usually tell me things. Is the boy behind you the reason you're keeping quiet?"
The Colonel's lips twitched.
But his reply was firm, his voice carrying an unbending edge.
"I'm sorry, Zhyravel. This time, I can't tell you"
"No problem, then"
Zhyravel said with a sly smile, his voice light but laced with an unspoken weight.
