With the details of his mission clear in his mind, Cambion left the throne room, his steps purposeful and unwavering. His heart beat with a sense of anticipation, and a shroud of determination surrounded him like an aura. His loyalty to Argon was unshakable, and he would execute his orders with precision.
The weight of his mission bore down on him, a mixture of excitement and tension coursing through his veins. The hood he wore cast shadows over his features, concealing his true appearance. His aura, that of a demon, blended seamlessly with the cultivation energy that permeated the surroundings, rendering him inconspicuous.
Cambion's mind was focused solely on his mission. He had spent years honing his skills in stealth, illusion, and manipulation, and now was the time to put them to the test. His loyalty to Argon was unwavering, and he was determined to fulfill his lord's orders without hesitation.
