The next morning, Argon steps out of his room, the early light filtering through the corridors of the Mystic Emporium. He is greeted by Lorn, who bows respectfully.
"My Lord, everything is ready now," Lorn announces. "We just need to go to the capital city. It will take at least a day."
Argon nods, acknowledging the information. Beside Lorn stands an old man with a white beard, his eyes sharp and alert despite his age. This is Harland, the Heavenly Realm expert who has been brought under Cambion's command. Harland now bears the mark of a half-demon, though he uses illusions to maintain his human appearance.
The elderly man steps forward. "My Lord, I am Harland. I will be accompanying you on this journey. My skills and strength are at your service."
Argon looks at Harland, his gaze appraising. "I trust you will handle any unforeseen complications, Harland. Your experience will be invaluable."
