As the White Frost Clan behind them, Aurelion and Faelan walked side by side in silence down the mountain path.
Not a sound came from either of them. One was silent from fatigue and tension, the other from the thoughts swirling in his mind.
With every step, Aurelion relived the last few hours spent in the White Frost clan.
The visit, in terms of his objectives, had been relatively successful. He had seen Elara, observed her condition, and gained firsthand information about the atmosphere of the White Frost Clan. However, the interaction with Clan Leader Morwenna... yes, that part was different.
The woman's elegance, her mastery over ice manipulation, and the predatory nature and absolute authority hidden behind her beauty had both impressed and deeply unsettled Aurelion.
"This woman is dangerous," he thought inwardly.
