The following morning, Damien departed the palace without prior notice, soaring swiftly to a rugged mountaintop. With a graceful descent, he folded his Angelic Wings and alighted beside a weathered gray stone.
Just as the day before, a spatial disturbance rippled, and a meticulously dressed dwarf materialized.
"Good morrow, Alex!" Damien greeted.
"Morning! And you've arrived tardily," Alexander replied briskly. "Our headquarters lies a considerable distance from this location, and if we were to rely solely on flight, it would take years to reach. But fear not, for we, as members of the Shadow Hunter Association, possess our own means." Alexander displayed the association's crimson-red ring adorning his finger with a proud grin.
Damien opted to remain a silent observer.
