At the other end of the line, Gray sat slumped in his chair with a miserable expression weighing down his entire face as the dull glow of his office lights reflected off the polished surface of his desk, his fingers gripping his phone so tightly that his knuckles had turned pale while the conversation continued to unravel in the worst possible way.
Every single call he had received that day had carried nothing but terrible news, and after speaking with Ravyn earlier he had held onto a thin thread of hope that Voren's call might somehow bring a different outcome, yet the moment Voren's cold voice reached his ears that fragile hope shattered into pieces because the reality being delivered to him sounded far worse than anything he had prepared himself to hear.
