"Senior Fjolrin.."
Emery's voice carried a quiet weight as he greeted the man before him, a figure he had not seen in more than thirty years.
As one of the last remaining first-generation Earth magus, Fjolnir embodied an era that few still remembered, and his presence alone brought a sense of gravity to the room.
He stepped forward from the inner chamber, his sharp gaze locking onto Emery with unmistakable intent.
"i have things to discuss"
Emery nodded in acknowledgment. There were matters he himself wished to raise, and it seemed their concerns had aligned more closely than expected. Without needing to be told, Shinta quietly excused herself, leaving the two alone in an atmosphere that quickly grew more serious.
