The Great General - Tauron Valtheris

Alaric leaned back in his chair, his fingers tapping lazily against the armrest as he stared at his phone. The dorm room was quiet, save for the soft ticking of the clock on the wall. It was well past midnight, and any sane person would have been asleep by now.

But Alaric had never been the type to let something unfinished linger in his mind.

He picked up his phone and dialed the number.

It rang once. Twice.

Then a click.

A familiar, sharp voice came through. "Alaric. Why are you calling me at this hour?"

Alaric smirked. "Late-night strategy sessions are my specialty. Besides, I figured you'd want to know why your bait failed to catch anything."

Zylle was silent for a moment. Then, a heavy sigh. "You're saying my men wasted five days chasing ghosts?"

"Not quite. We learned something important."

"Which is?"