As the news flashed images of a burning building, Logan's world blurred around him.
''H-huh…?''
Logan stood up, his mouth wide agape.
''No… way.''
The news anchor's voice echoed through the sound of his pounding heart.
"—no official death count has been released, but emergency responders have confirmed dozens of casualties. Mana residue traces suggest a high-level attacker—"
Everything around him went silent, blood rising to his head as his heart pounded in his chest.
'Silas, Edric.'
Logan bit down hard on his cheek.
'Pull yourself together,' he thought, clenching his fist as he pulled up his hologram.
He immediately tried calling Edric.
Nothing.
Silas.
Still nothing.
The call failed twice, so he switched tactics and began dialing any board member he could think of who might've been near headquarters.
Ping. Denied.
Ping. No response.
As he kept trying, messages from friends began flooding in—notifications piling up in the corner of his screen.
''Are you okay?''
