- Third-Person Perspective -
The meeting with the Marquis was finally set. In just one week, Arkan would depart for Arleon's territory, and the journey from Lawrence would take three days.
The decision was made, the strategy was prepared—but something about this situation felt off. The leak of information had forced his opponents to change their approach.
This could mean one of two things:
They had found another way to achieve their goal. They were simply waiting for a better opportunity to strike him down.
Arkan let out a quiet sigh, adjusting his black leather gloves.
"No matter what happens, I'll face it head-on."
He would not be traveling alone.
Waiting for him outside his mansion were two familiar figures.
