In a dim, slightly run-down house, a man paced back and forth, clearly anxious. He moved restlessly, as though weighed down by thoughts too tangled to unravel. Every so often, he peeked out the window, his eyes sharp with unease.
"Will that incident happen again?" he muttered, his face clouded with worry.
His mind flashed back to the day a drunk, middle-aged man had entered a young man's house… and never came back out.
"No… no, that won't happen again. That guy's seriously strong," he said aloud, trying to silence his own doubts.
The anxious man was none other than Equus. He hadn't slept a wink since witnessing something that left him deeply unsettled.
While attempting to distract himself with anything else, he had spotted a suspicious figure approaching Clayton's house. The sheer pressure radiating from the man—completely unrestrained—told Equus that he was no ordinary person.
A Six-Star Mage Apprentice.
