Kapitel 787: Pointless

The tension in the hall was intense.

The Vampyros paragon, Jezenet, had dropped all pretense and spoken directly. From her words, there was no mistaking it—this was not a request but an order.

The lightning crackling around Atticus grew fiercer, though he had no control over it. Seraphina and Thorne, seated to the left and right of Magnus, turned their heads sharply toward him.

"Be calm, Magnus," Seraphina's serene voice echoed in his mind, but nothing seemed to change as his aura continued to build.

Thorne cursed inwardly. If Magnus started a fight here, he would have no choice but to join the madman. He understood what Seraphina was trying to do and could only hope it worked.

Azakarn cleared his throat, breaking the silence in the hall.