At Hadrian's question, Gurov simply shrugged his right shoulder, the movement casting a jagged shadow against the surrounding rock walls.
"How would I know?"
The silence of the cavern pressed in on them. "Thena has likely already delivered her ultimatum," Gurov added. "You should get some rest."
Hadrian lay back, a strange sense of camaraderie and safety washing over him.
He stared up through the opening at the top of their makeshift rock shelter, watching the night sky shimmer with indifferent stars.
If the Princeps could command entire armies of mages to march at a whim, why not simply settle the matter between the two of them?
Nearby, the crackling of the flame died down, and so did its light. The moonlight was enough though.
Should I enter that space?
He felt the urge to check through Baruch, to see if there'd been any changes on the other side.
However, uncertainty held him back. He didn't know what happened to his physical bodies when he entered that space.
