Vera relayed Griffin's plea for help in the most concise terms.
Three Second-level Black Wizards.
The academy had fallen.
Ryan Hart, the head of the Frost Wind branch, was killed in action.
On the other side of the light screen, Allen's figure stood silently before a window.
Outside the window was an eternal azure sea and magnificent floating islands, the sunlight so brilliant it was almost blinding.
After a moment of silence, Allen spoke.
His first words were, "Does Ryan have any family?"
Vera paused for a second, her mind racing as she pulled up the personnel file. "…He has a sister. She's studying at a Wizard Academy on a small Plane. Ryan was covering her tuition and living expenses."
"All unpaid wages, plus ten years' salary as a death benefit. Add an extra 50,000 Magic Stones for an education fund."
Allen's voice was devoid of any emotion. "Use the highest priority channel. Get it to her before sunrise tomorrow."
He paused for a moment.
