The emergency crystals worked on a special kind of magic, created to transport a string of words to its counterpart.
The message lingered for only a few fleeting minutes before dissolving into nothingness, but it was enough to save lives during an invasion or to send an urgent scolding, as it seemed today.
Normally, the crystals were used to alert of enemy advancement or critical news from the front lines. This time, it was unmistakably different.
The message was signed off by Ray, but the structured neatness of the words was all Nazia.
If Darius had to simplify the first part, it essentially translated to: Are you out of your mind? Why are you dragging Xion out in this weather, knowing how weak he is?
A flicker of amusement danced across Darius' eyes as he listened through the neat words. It was almost endearing how his subordinates were on edge for Xion's well-being and not his own.
