After returning from Grey Shadow Hall, John Osborn did not linger in the courtyard. His steps carried him with quiet purpose across the familiar stone paths of the estate until he reached his son's room.
He pushed the door open gently. Robert was inside, sitting at his desk with his eyes closed and his breathing steady and calm. At the sound of the door, Robert rose to his feet, greeting his father with a faint smile.
John's expression softened, though his voice carried weight. "Robert, there is good news. Elder Delvin has agreed. He will stand with us in Celestial Brook City."
Robert's smile widened, relief flickering in his gaze. "That is indeed good news, Father. With Elder Delvin at our side, the clan's presence will not be ignored." He paused, then asked, "And the four disciples we chose to participate? What of their progress?"
John's lips curved faintly, pride breaking through his composed exterior.
