Lumiere's POV
The wind's movements were particularly unnatural in the desert. I blocked my eyes from the dust and continued ahead towards the cave in view.
The Red Desert spanned more than two-thirds of the Dionus Kingdom, yet very few lives could survive here without being corrupted by its dryness.
Wolves who had been abandoned by their packs would come here for refuge. The earlier founders of these rogue packs had always accepted those with a sliver of hope and turned that hope to revenge.
I couldn't blame them. They had to devour others' hope to stay alive for themselves. Hope was the driving force to many people's existence.
The hope to be stable in society. The hope to have wealth. The hope to be loved one day.
I reached the cave and stayed outside as the Duke of Desire, Duke Desmond, had advised.
I looked inside and there was truly nothing to show if it was a prison. Especially now that it seemed its prisoner escaped.
"You're early."
I hummed in response.
