I look out the window just in time to see a violent, crimson streak of light shoot from the direction of the Felyndor Wilds, crashing directly into the blue and brown defensive shield.
"Hmm, Rhaegor..." I murmur under my breath, tracking the red flare.
I shake off the distraction and turn around to look at Lucian and Elena, my mind already spinning with a makeshift blueprint. "Tell me, honey, do we have something like a massive underground chamber? Any kind is fine, it just needs to be big!"
"There is one," Lucian answers, his voice smooth. "And currently, it is already being utilized as a temporary fridge."
"Oh, I see... hmm..." I tap my chin, thinking. "By the way, whose mansion is the biggest in the empire after ours?"
"It belongs to Trade Lord Morvian," he says.
"Oh, that is absolutely perfect!" I grin, a mischievous spark lighting up my eyes. "Very well. Also, are all the trade goods currently locked down inside the empire?"
