Three horses, gifted by Viscount Harrington, trotted along a narrow path nearly swallowed by wild grass, long untrodden by villagers. Riding behind Glen with steady precision, Etien let out a quiet sigh, still grappling with the reckless decision he'd just made, agreeing to follow his new emperor into the western borderlands. Their mission? To investigate the rampaging monsters firsthand. No soldiers. No proper supplies. Just them. And Glen had insisted they leave that very night, the moment he voiced his plan.
While Etien muttered complaints in his head, Danniel trailed right behind them, visibly uneasy. His nerves were far more raw than Etien's, who, despite his lack of experience with monsters beyond the ones that lurked in Winterbraun, carried himself with more control.
