He adjusted instantly, shifting from deep reverence to composed politeness. “Ah… forgive me,” Griff said smoothly, his voice now steady and professional. “You bear a striking resemblance to someone I once served. The Emperor himself, in fact. My mistake—it must be the light of the evening that confused my old eyes.” He said, robbing his eyes a little. Lily exhaled a shaky breath of relief, her tension slowly easing, though she still couldn’t comprehend why Griff had bowed at all. Carlos gave a polite nod, playing along perfectly. “It’s understandable, sir. No harm done.” Griff smiled faintly, clearing his throat, he continued with a shift in tone. “I would be on my way inside. My apologies once again.” He said politely as he proceeded to walk inside with his guards. But almost to the doorway, an idea dropped into Carlos’ mind on getting help on Lily’s behalf, suddenly stopping Griff from going further. Griff’s brows lifted when he noticed this. “Is there somethin

“The Emperor? Carlos?” Bruce's voice came through after a moment of getting stunned. “Yes! He came to my store. We spoke, sire, face to face. He’s cautious, quiet, but I could see the spark in his eyes. He knows the truth now, even if he hasn’t fully accepted it. I could feel it in him.” “Are you certain of what you just said?” Bruce’s tone turned sharp, though laced with awe. “You’re certain he’s the one?” “I saw the sign. The same aura the priestess once described—it resonated when I looked at him. There’s no mistaking it.” Bruce exhaled, an odd mix of reverence and urgency threading through his voice. “Do you know where he could be headed now?” “He is headed for the main airport in Coast Wesley City,” Griff replied without hesitation. “I suspect he’s off for a visit to someone peculiar. That must be where his trail leads next.” “Good,” Bruce muttered, almost to himself. “The heavens have aligned at last.” Griff smiled faintly, unaware that in his eagerness,