She stepped closer and patted his arm affectionately.
"And you've been patient and thorough. Victory will be yours tonight, I'm sure of it."
Uncle Miller glanced toward the hallway as if expecting someone to emerge.
"I'll need to leave soon. The timing is critical. Are you sure everything will be fine here?"
Aunt Mila waved a dismissive hand, her confidence unshaken.
"Of course. I have everything under control. Vivian is ready for the ritual, Qiao Jun is in position, and the celestial master will arrive shortly with Yu Holea. By the time you return, everything will be in place."
Her husband's grin widened.
"Good. Then I'll take my leave now. Wish me luck."
"You don't need luck," she replied with a chuckle.
"You've already won. But go ahead—show him who truly holds the power."
Uncle Miller leaned down and kissed her cheek.
"I'll see you later tonight, Mila. And when I return, we'll celebrate our triumph together."