Guided by the two men guarding the hidden mansion, Ralph and his team learned of "Shacks," a bar and gambling den in the Flameheart Kingdom's underbelly. Its dimly lit facade, nestled between crooked alleys, buzzed with raucous laughter and the clink of coins. To the Dawnless executives, it felt like home.
At the counter, Donto flashed a wide grin. "Heard today's meal got sour."
The bartender, a grizzled man with rune-tattooed knuckles, calmly nodded and led them through a back door. An empty barrel concealed a hidden passage, its mechanism eerily similar to the setup at Harper's Hawks. As the barrel swung open, revealing a narrow tunnel lit by flickering mana orbs, the bartender bowed. "Welcome to the Orion Assembly."
