The last time they met, Wade had still looked six years old.
Though he had been adorable, Braun knew full well how dangerous Time Magic was, and he had worried about it ever since.
Although he had later seen Wade serving as a judge safely and soundly through the Streaming Mirror, it seemed that only seeing him face-to-face like this could finally lift the weight from his heart.
Wade smiled and said, "I'm also glad to see you looking so well. I assume things went smoothly over there?"
"Yes." Braun said, "Liana Lightfoot has already been taken away by Drayne. We should have about half an hour. No matter how slow Prometheus is, they ought to realize something is wrong after that."
"No problem. Ten minutes will be enough!"
As Wito spoke, he made an OK gesture, and the speed of his typing immediately became two or three times faster than before.
Throughout the room, all the Golems seemed to have been put on fast-forward. The soft rustling of their crawling grew more distinct.
Braun did not join the search. Sitting on the single sofa to Wade's right, he leaned forward slightly and said:
"I didn't expect to see you here, Master... I thought you would stay in New York."
The nation's capital was the center of political power. Everyone there was like something left to bake under the sun; any anomaly would immediately trigger an alarm.
By comparison, millions of tourists, immigrants, and merchants came and went through New York City every year. It was full of gray areas and orderly chaos, providing perfect "camouflage" for movement, disguise, and recruitment.
Thus, whether it was the Magical Congress, the Scourers, or even Prometheus, they all placed their organization's core in New York rather than Washington—New York was the true center