After leaving the mansion, Kael looked toward the city with a cold, distant gaze. From where he stood, he could partially see what was happening.
"They finished off the silver wolf," he muttered as he walked toward the city. On his back were three swords, and covering the lower part of his face was the coin mask.
His hands were covered with rings inscribed with runes of space, where he kept everything he had taken from the vault.
Now he just had to leave the mountain. He had already made all the preparations; he just had to leave.
As he made his way through the cobbled streets, they were filled with blood and corpses, both of beasts and people.
The rain was still falling, though it was beginning to ease off. In the distance, the echoes of a persistent battle against the viscount-ranked lightning boar mingled with the murmur of the water, like a drumbeat.
Soon, that confrontation would also come to an end.
