Aesir Alliance
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Robert types away angrily at his computer. He rubs his forehead in exasperation as he reviews the shielding energy levels again and again, but find no abnormalities. A piercing migraine attacks him and he decides to take a break.
He looks to his hand and tries to stop the trembling as he thinks to himself.
'What could have caused this? There is nothing to suggest that the shields were tampered with. It's designed to repel physical and magical incursions. So how?'
A hoarse voice interrupts his thoughts.
"You had better get that checked out. I heard that strokes are quite common in people your age."
Robert releases a deadly ocular beam towards the direction of the voice. It misses as a figure appears at Robert's side. The aged man snarls as he sees who it is.
"Saxcis!! I should have known this was your fault!"