Jasper's temper flared the instant the subject resurfaced, a sharp edge cutting through his composure.
"I already know we'll need to involve the Enchanter Clan," he said coolly, though impatience threaded unmistakably through his voice. "You mentioned Wayne earlier." His gaze fixed on Bron. "I assume you've already reached out to him."
Bron Mandian gave a short nod, his expression grave as he continued. "We have. But the royal family's Grand Elder conducted a full divination." He paused, as if weighing the implications. "According to the results, Prince Vincent and Commander Yuel are not in Chitinid hands."
Jasper's brow furrowed deeply, a crease forming between his eyes.
"They're still somewhere within the Empire's borders," Bron went on. "Our best assessment is that they're badly injured—likely stranded on a remote planet, unable to return under their own power." His gaze sharpened. "That's why I came to you."
