The familiar hum of spatial energy faded as Lord Terrace materialized in the teleportation chamber of the Terrace Estate.
Two guards stationed at the chamber's entrance moved forward, prepared to intercept the arrival. Their hands rested on the hilts of their weapons, but the moment the energy dissipated, and Lord Terrace's imposing figure came into view, they halted.
"Welcome home, my lord," they said in unison, bowing respectfully.
Lord Terrace gave a curt nod as he strode past them, his long strides filled with purpose. His destination was clear—the main building of his family's estate. The cold stone walls of the chamber gave way to the open air as he exited, his mind lost in thought.
The Southern Atholor Continent lingered heavily in his memory, particularly the discussions held in the Soulor Empire with Emperor Leynard and the representatives of other regions. His brow furrowed deeply as he recalled the revelation of humans siding with the demons.
