He sauntered away from the club, the night air cool on his face. A swirl of dark magic flickered at his fingertips as he tested his new sub-monarch-level energies.
Better to let these folks handle their own intrigues.
If anything threatened his peace, though, he'd be ready.
Meanwhile, Across Arcadia
In another part of the sprawling city, tall skyscrapers loomed, lights shining in every window. On a private terrace high above the bustling streets, Tanya Reed was locked in debate with Victor Hale—a stern older mage advocating caution, or even outright hostility, toward the Totem Serpent.
Their raised voices occasionally turned heads among the few staff who lingered in the corridor, but none dared interrupt.