Midnight transformed the southern coast into realm of shadow and rhythm—endless waves crashing against cliffs with persistence that made time negotiable, salt mist creating atmospheric conditions that would normally obscure any visual phenomena beyond hundred meters.
Perfect conditions for what Riyan had been calculating since arriving three days ago.
"Everyone up," Riyan called out, his voice cutting through the darkness of their coastal camp. "We're conducting advanced coordination drill. High cliff position. Full combat readiness."
Serx manifested immediately, his Protection Magic already cycling through defensive configurations with fanatical enthusiasm. "Lord Riyan, midnight training exercise suggests either tactical urgency or experimental technique development. I am prepared for either scenario with comprehensive support protocols."
