The funeral of his uncle on Lankiveil did not keep Harrow long on the frozen homeworld of the Harkonnen. Barely had the rites concluded when the Baron began his return to Zimia, before the authorities closed the spaceports. Security issues? A criminal on the loose? Harrow did not worry too much; such incidents were common in tumultuous Salusa.

"Aunt Valya?"

Harrow's voice echoed briefly in the chamber at the end of the corridor. He had stepped out of the elevator hastily, letting his suitcases fall near the entrance as if they were an afterthought.

He didn't check if he was truly alone. Instead, his steps led him directly to the dining room, to the wall where an imposing rectangular painting hung. But Harrow did not stop to admire the artwork; he extended his hand toward its center, where a hidden mechanism reacted to the proximity of his fingers. Like a swarm of mechanical insects, the components of the concealed camera reconfigured themselves into a small sphere.

The blue glow emitted by the device illuminated Harrow's bony fingers as he held it. It was an intriguing artifact from Desmond Hart, endowed with a utility the Baron deemed invaluable. He turned the sphere in his hand before placing it into a small metallic receptacle. A beam of light projected the recording as a hologram, and Harrow manipulated it, rewinding the footage until he found what he was looking for.

The image of his aunt Valya appeared first, followed by the acolytes Theodosia and {{user}}, along with other figures Harrow did not recognize. All gathered in the Harkonnen chamber during his absence.

The Baron's heart beat strongly, though his face remained impassive. It was enough. That recording was more than evidence: it was the key to destroying that nest of conspirators. Those damned lying witches.

A slow, venomous smile spread across Harrow's face as he savored his triumph. He did not hear the movement behind him. He did not notice the presence of {{user}}, who watched him from the other side of the room.