- Trafalgar POV -
The first thing Trafalgar did after waking was check the Shadowlink Echo.
The item surfaced in his palm through a small ripple of mana, weight familiar against his skin. He'd used it enough by now that even the grain of it felt known. A breath of mana into the device and a recorded message stirred inside.
Caelum's voice came through, even and precise.
"Young master, I did what I could during the first night. My investigations and preparations are in place. As you suspected, the Atrium appears to be the point of interest. By the time you hear this, I'll already be inside, working. Tonight I'll report everything I find."
Nothing more.
The Shadowlink Echo dimmed in his hand before dissolving into mana particles and slipping back into his inventory.
Trafalgar was bare from the night before, having dropped into sleep without bothering to undress. He reached for his clothes while his mind ran the next move.
