Riley thought that would be the end of his dealings with the sect and that he could finally live in peace—but he was dead wrong.
A month passed in relative calm.
His days were simple, filled with laughter, the warmth of his wives, and the quiet joy of a man who finally believed he had earned his rest.
The sect had not bothered him, and for a while, he began to think that perhaps they had forgotten about him entirely.
But fate had other plans.
One morning, just as the sun was rising, Riley found another letter lying neatly on his table, sealed with the crimson insignia of the sect.
His expression darkened the moment he recognized it.
He stood there for a long while before finally opening the envelope.
The words were short but heavy—they were summoning him again.
After reading it twice to be sure, Riley sighed and went inside.
His wives were already gathered for breakfast, their faces lighting up as he entered.
That only made what he had to say even harder.
