The wind howled as Carin walked alone through a wasteland region somewhere between the Kingdom of Veronica and the Kingdom of Albion. She was tracking down another lead, a hint towards someone who could help her attain higher strength.
Carin had decided to depart on the journey, even as the world seemingly collapsed all around her. It was on the brink of war, and she knew she was not ready.
She was not privy to all the small details that her pupil had dug up alongside his allies. She just knew who their enemies were and that she was not ready to face them.
These feelings of inadequacy were ones she had been experiencing for long time time now. It had started back during the war in Oto, where she faced down the man who kept her captive as a child alongside her students.
She had been called my things over the years. Carin the Berserker. The strongest star hunter. The Great Wolf.
