Once attired in his impeccably tailored attire, Arion's presence seemed to exude a quiet, commanding elegance, each refined gesture and every subtle adjustment reaffirming his unwavering dedication to the pursuit of perfection.
As he retrieved the document, his gaze briefly flickered towards the still slumbering Lily, a fleeting moment of contemplation crossing his features before he turned and made his way out of the hotel room.
In the hallway, Isaac awaited him, flanked by a retinue of others, their expressions a testament to the gravity of the situation that lay ahead.
***
As the night's darkness enshrouded the city, rousing the spirits of weary adventurers seeking respite from their daily toils, a slender figure cloaked in black attire, complete with a hood and a mask that almost entirely obscured their face, emerged.
