A Man Like None Other

Accompanied by Moses, Jared and his companions made their way to a place in Pathfinder Sect known for selling valuable intelligence.

The area was bustling with activity, with numerous individuals queued up for information. While Jared’s group had an appointment scheduled for later in the afternoon, Moses’s influence allowed them to gain swift access.

“Mr. Sutton, what brings you here?” a Pathfinder Sect member inquired, surprised by Moses’ unexpected appearance.

“I’ve come with some friends to inquire about something. Is Mr. Sawyer available?” Moses responded calmly.

“He’s in the room at the back,” the sect member confirmed with a nod.

Acknowledging the information with a slight nod, Moses gestured for Jared and the others to follow him as they proceeded toward the rear of the establishment.

remained unimpeded, with no one daring to

but marvel at the ease with which they navigated through the sect’s premises, recognizing

of the establishment. Inside, they found a middle-aged man

hearing someone enter, the middle-aged man looked up, his expression one of surprise. “Moses, what brings you here? Please, take a seat,” he greeted warmly,

brought some friends with me. We’re in need of your

realized then that the unassuming man before him was none other than Dillon Sawyer, an esteemed elder of Pathfinder Sect. It was known that elders of the

Jared, Trystan, and the others,

everything about the Ethereal Realm, my knowledge of the southern region

responsible for gathering intelligence within Pathfinder Sect. He’s

nodded in acknowledgment before turning his attention to Dillon. “Mr. Sawyer, I’m curious about the Lunarius Palace. Are you

confirmed with a nod. “The Lunarius Palace is said to have a history spanning thousands of years. It vanished without a trace until approximately six months ago