We left for Sith Mountain Draego early the next morning, the weight of the journey heavy on our shoulders. It was late at night when Lord Niko had summoned us in the garden, his usual calm but commanding way, wished us well. His words still echoed in my mind as we rode out into the dawn mist.
"Be careful, Maxwell. Emmet. Send word as soon as you uncover the evil that is stirring. The realm depends on it."
Emmet had nodded, his usual quiet confidence masking the tension I knew he was feeling. I gave Lord Niko a firm nod of my own, but inside, I felt the pressure mounting. This was not just another mission—it was an evil that had risen.
