Chapter 183: Departure
The sun rose over Selorn City, burning away the last vestiges of the morning mist. It was a bright, clear day, the kind that usually signaled new beginnings.
For the Willson Guild, it was exactly that. For me, it was the end of a vacation that had felt more like a covert war.
It was crisp, bright—perfect weather for a new beginning. Or, in my case, an ending.
I sat on the edge of my narrow bed, my bag packed and leaning against the doorframe. On my pillow, a small, obsidian-scaled menace was currently trying to murder the corner of my blanket.
...tasty... fabric... destroy...
Nox, the Abyssal Wyrmling. My Mythical-grade headache.
"Hey," I whispered, poking its tiny, horned head. "You eat that, and you're riding in the cheap inventory slot. The one that smells like goblin teeth."
Nox let out a puff of black smoke that smelled like ozone and old books, then nuzzled my finger with a purr that vibrated straight up my arm.
