Location: Vor'anthel — Western Border
Date/Time: 5-7 Emberrise, 9939 AZI
Realm: Demon Realm
Lysander arrived at dawn, smelling like human.
That was the first thing Ren noticed — before the report, before the implications, before the weight of what it meant. The scent. Days of moving through Mid Realm border towns in borrowed skin, and the smell clung to his spymaster like smoke: woodfire, tanned leather, cheap soap, the particular musk of a species that sweated instead of glowed. Lysander stood in the war chamber with his hands clasped behind his back, his pure black eyes offering nothing. He hadn't slept. Hadn't changed. The glamour was fading — jade-white bleeding through the human pallor like ink through wet parchment.
"It's done, my king."
