From MC's Perspective:
Just as everything seemed settled, the old man Clifford raised his hand, as if a last-minute thought had struck him. His eyes glinted with a sharp, calculated look before he spoke again.
"Austin, Ann," he began, his voice steady but carrying the weight of authority, "you both can register Zack Lockwood as your personal disciple. But for the time being, do not disclose this to anyone, not even the other elders in our faction."
A wave of surprise rippled through me, though I kept my expression neutral.
I had expected some form of acknowledgment or apprenticeship, but personal discipleship this was a rare honor, a significant elevation in status. And yet, for now, it was to remain a secret. I didn't fully understand why, but the seriousness in the old man's tone left no room for questions.
