The mansion was filled with an air of tense anticipation. Pyris stood by the door, his eyes fixed on the shadowed figure outside. The knock had been almost imperceptible, but his finely tuned senses had caught it. Mira, standing nearby, gave him a sharp nod. This was the moment they had been waiting for.
"Just in time," Pyris muttered under his breath, a faint smirk crossing his lips. He pushed open the door, revealing a cloaked figure in the dim light of the alley.
The man stepped inside without a word, his face obscured by a hood. His movements were precise, and he carried an air of quiet confidence, the kind of man who thrived in the shadows of the Midnight Dominion but the way Pyris observed his movements, it suggested he knew more about the man than he let cloaked figure could contemplate.
"Petne," the man said, his voice low and gravelly, offering a brief nod of respect. "I've got everything you asked for."
