One... {**}
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A few hours later, all Stygians gathered at the courtyard to watch and bid the Delegates farewell.
Myron, whose wounds were now healed and his clothes changed, stood in front of a resolute Adrian and placed his hands on his shoulders,
"Await the call, dear Nephew," he said.
"I will."
"Don't forget what I have told you."
"I won't."
Myron smiled with pride,
"Good boy."
Lord Stygian looked from one to the other, frowning at their short but clearly meaningful exchange. He did not like how chummy the two had become especially with knowledge that they would only get closer when Adrian was under Myron's tutelage. Alas, short of stopping the process of his Son joining the Temple, there was nothing the Stygian Lord could do.
Myron looked at Evian next;