In a room filled with the fragrant scent of flowers, Kayden and Helena sat at a beautifully carved round wooden table. The room was bathed in the soft sunlight streaming in through mahogany-framed windows. Both of them wore concerned expressions, and a sense of unease hung between them.
Kayden reached for a cup of tea placed in front of him. He looked at Helena with seriousness in his eyes. "Helena, we need to talk about Raphael," he said carefully.
Helena nodded and gazed at Kayden, her eyes filled with worry. "What's happened, Kayden? What do you know?"
Kayden sighed. "I've conducted some experiments, and it turns out that Raphael can't absorb Imogen's magic. But he can absorb mine."
Helena stared at him with a mix of emotions, a clear combination of concern and fear in her eyes. "Does that mean your magic is stronger than Imogen's? Why can Raphael absorb your magic, but not hers?"