The Meeting [1]

The air was thick with tension, and for a full minute, only the rustling of wind echoed in the surrounding area.

Bridget stood between Boris and Amos, her sharp eyes darting between the two men. Her usually composed expression was filled with confusion.

'Why is Amos fighting Boris?' she thought with a frown on her face. "I sent him to retrieve Nox, not start a war in front of a dimensional rift."

Her gaze flicked to Amos, who stood a few paces away, his arms crossed and his expression unreadable. The faint crackle of black lightning still danced around his fingertips.

Bridget's lips pressed into a thin line. 'This doesn't make sense. Amos isn't one to act recklessly—not without a reason.'