Sylwen was in his well-furnished home taking a nap when he heard loud noises from the civilians outside.
"Prince Sylwen! You have to come now; Princess Lyria is in trouble!" A panicked voice reached his ears.
'Lyria? What kind of—'
Sylwen's thoughts were interrupted by a projection that abruptly appeared in the middle of his room.
"Sylwen, what are you still doing here?" An aged voice asked with disapproval in his tone. "Didn't you hear that your sister is in trouble?"
Sylwen's eyes widened. He immediately stood up from his bed, the soft rug dampening the sound of his foot. "Elder Kaelith, I apologize. I just heard of the news several seconds before you—"
"No need to explain yourself; just get to sector E—13 quickly." Kaelith spoke, his voice neutral, but the rapid tapping of his fingers on his seat betrayed his calm demeanor.
Sylwen didn't notice this and left the room, his armor materializing on his body as he jumped through a window.
