Albel had been quiet as the notes were read. Stewing, really, if anyone looked. Blair... What were the odds it was Blair Lansfeld? At the mention of Sophia, Albel was convinced. It had to be her.

And he wasn't surprised at all that she was at least partially responsible for this monstrosity.

He grit his teeth and stalked over to the Proto-Eidolon door. "Let's just go."