The One Waiting Outside the Guild
After taking the pelt of the Arcane Ashgrey wolf, he and the other members of his party, namely Lane and Clara, started to pull out the teeth of Ashgrey wolves as proof of subjugation. Once they were done with extracting what they needed, the party of three headed back to town.
The late afternoon sun spilled molten gold across the grasslands as they walked back toward Fantom City. The battlefield behind them still carried the smell of scorched fur and frozen earth, but the tension of battle had faded.
Victor walked at the front, calm as ever, black hair stirring in the wind, golden eyes half-lidded as though his mind had already wandered somewhere beyond the road.
Lane kept close beside him.
Too close, Clara thought.
As always.
But Clara said nothing.
She only watched Victor from the corner of her eye, remembering that impossible spear dance.
Powerful.
The word still echoed in her chest.
Lane broke the silence first.
