The palace doors closed behind him with a soft, echoing lock.
Damian didn't look back.
Gabriel's scent still clung to his collar—faint but grounding. A reminder of softness earned, not given. But as he crossed into the southern wing, the warmth of the Empress's chambers gave way to marble, shadow, and the sharper rhythm of marching boots.
Halbrecht was already waiting at the main corridor junction, flanked by two aides and half a dozen palace guards. He bowed crisply.
"Your Majesty. Transport is ready. The Shadows confirmed their staging location for your arrival. General Merel has reviewed the terrain route and adjusted the outer perimeter accordingly."
Damian gave a single nod. "Casualties during rehearsal?"
"None reported," Halbrecht replied. "But the southern ridge team noted a delay in rune activation due to a weather distortion. They've recalibrated—expect full responsiveness within the hour."
"Good. I want visibility locked before I arrive."
