Nameless Death (Neo Hargraves) POV
The sun had barely risen, but the jungle of Red Silence never changed.
It was always dim, always smothered in rust-colored fog and the silence that gave the place its name.
Beneath the canopy of gnarled trees and dying vines, space distorted with the sound of shifting air.
The agreed place was quiet, at least for now.
Nameless Death stood with his arms folded.
Zagreus waited beside him, arms behind his back and eyes closed as if listening for something distant.
Across from them, two figures emerged from the clearing's edge.
"Asmodea," Nameless said.
She gave a nod, her long coat dragging behind her as she walked. "We've completed the task, prince."
Zagreus opened his eyes. "Good job."
"Let's not waste time," Nameless said. "Are the teleporters stable?"
"They're functional. Three set along the outer rim. Two deeper. One right in the middle, near the Sacred Gate," Asmodea replied.
