Terrence maintained his composure.
His fingers interlocked tightly, resting on his lap as his eyes bore into Ivan. "Catastrophic… in what way?"
The Russian doctor took a sip, the glass meeting the table with a foreboding clink.
"The mana density is increasing, and once it crosses a critical threshold… everything will change."
"Go on. I want to hear how much you actually knew,"
"Yes," Ivan nodded. He couldn't quite read Terrence. The man looked young, but something about him felt different—like he carried a lifetime of experience.
Slowly, Ivan pulled a sleek black tablet from his bag.
It wasn't the usual commercial type. It looked like it was made from alloy.
The operating system wasn't standard either. It was heavily encrypted, the kind that would take a team of skilled hackers to crack.
A quick fingerprint scan unlocked the device and it was set on the table between them.
