"Report! The psionic communications from Squad 60 have just gone silent. They were likely attacked and wiped out!"
A crisp report, tinged with a hint of fear and deference, interrupted the thoughts of the high-ranking psion who was poring over a spellbook and copying psionic formulas in preparation for battle. The woman in a white psionic robe looked up.
She wore a casting circlet to stabilize her mind, and her face was covered in intricate, mysterious red markings.
They looked rather like tattoos.
This unusual style of dress was one of the signs of a high-ranking psion. The psions of the Tower of Rings had learned the technique from the Silver Dwarves. These psionic markings could effectively improve a psion's control over spells, heighten their perception in a particular psionic field, and even strengthen certain spells.
The technique had endless uses, though it also had its drawbacks.
The more powerful a psion of the Tower of Rings, the more markings they had. So if they ever took their shirts off, they could easily be mistaken for some nobody with a tattoo of a ribbonfish on his shoulder.
That is, assuming these dignified psionic masters would ever actually appear in public shirtless.
The other high-ranking psions were also startled by the news. They exchanged glances, then the female psionic commander in charge of six hundred psionic hunters asked:
"Where were they deployed?"
"Sixth Company was stationed along the border between East Prussia and the Andmar Hills. They were assigned as rear scouts to ensure that no Witch Hunters slipped through the battlefield after the interception."
The company commander of the psionic hunters, dressed in light hunting armor, immediately reported respectfully:
"So it definitely couldn't have been the Witch Hunters who wiped them out, ma'am. I suspect that an escort for the