Trafalgar's hand closed around the Shadowlink Echo as it materialized in his palm, hotter than the device had any business being. A ssage was waiting inside.
Selara clocked the item at once. The irritation from a breath ago vanished beneath sothing more focused, and she drifted closer, dropping her voice as people moved past them along the street.
"Is that him?"
Trafalgar gave a small nod. "Most likely, yes."
He channeled mana into the item, and the Echo answered with a faint thrum. Caelum's voice ca through, calm as always, stripped of urgency or wasted words.
"Young master, I entered the Atrium without issue. I have been moving through the upper floors of the location and have spoken with several people connected to the event. From the outside and the public sections, there is nothing useful so far. I will continue investigating and keep you inford."
The ssage ended there - Caelum reporting precisely what he had found: a successful infiltration, several contacts made, and nothing yet that justified dragging Trafalgar into it. The Echo dimd in Trafalgar's hand, and he vented one breath and dismissed it. The item dissolved into mana particles and slipped back into his inventory.
Selara's mouth tightened. "Upper floors."
"Only the upper floors so far. He hasn't reached anywhere lower."
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