The next morning arrived with an unusual sense of comfort. The remaining locals went about their day as though nothing had happened, adventurers were free to visit, and customers came from every land.
Leto still hadn't returned, and if he was truly captured by the guards, Halo had yet to see any indication of his fate.
Perhaps living in a world of constant battles and death had dulled everyone's fear of dying. Otherwise, the people of StoneHaven were just insane.
However, Halo woke up to something unexpected. The house was warm again, but not from body heat but from fire instead.
There was a meal prepared for him, neatly plated and smelling delicious, but he knew the fate that awaited him the moment he tasted it.
Saint was here. Somehow, she'd figured out where he lived now.
"You know I can't taste anything, right?"
Dark Saint rested in the seat where Leto should've been sitting.
"Are you just going to let all my effort go to waste?"
She gave him a skeptical look.
