They sent for Lucas not long after their discussion settled.
A guard moved swiftly through the encampment and found him, delivering the message without delay. Lucas did not ask questions. The tone alone was enough to tell him it was not casual.
He made his way toward the command area, his pace steady, his mind already shifting back into focus. By the time he arrived, the three rulers were already waiting, their presence alone enough to quiet the surrounding space.
Lucas stepped forward and gave a slight bow.
"My lords."
King Highmoor looked at him directly, wasting no time. "Xavier, we called for you to hear your status personally. How are the preparations for your operation progressing."
Lucas straightened, his expression composed. "They are going just fine."
The Blackmare king observed him closely, his eyes sharp, measuring not just the answer, but the man giving it.
"And your readiness," King Highmoor pressed.
