Deamon presented his hand to Dylan, a determined look in his eyes. "Do we have a deal? We find Chiron first, then settle our differences."
Dylan hesitated, the weight of past betrayals and present uncertainties bearing down on him. After a moment, he took Deamon's hand and shook it firmly. "Deal."
Dylan then asked, "How do you plan to find Chiron? He's been lost in the Fog of Unbounded Mystery for over a year."
Deamon smiled, a glint of confidence in his eyes. "We have our ways. Follow me."
The three of them moved back into the hideout, tracing their steps through the ground. They passed by members of the rebel army, many of whom bowed to Deamon in respect as they passed. Dylan took in the sight, noticing the loyalty and admiration in their eyes.
As they walked, Dylan began to hear low chanting. The sound grew louder as they approached a wide, spacious room. This room was a shrine to the gods, filled with an air of reverence and solemnity.
