Shadows Moving in Different Directions
Victor moved swiftly along the dirt road leading east, the wind brushing softly through his black hair as the distant trees thickened ahead.
The entrance to Mystery Woodland waited somewhere beyond that horizon.
Behind him, the bodies began to blur in his mind. He moved on without pause.
Far heavier thoughts filled his head these days.
A slight narrowing of Victor's gold-flecked eyes came with each step forward.
Lane stood first, then Clara stepped close, Videl right behind them.
Fear never touched his face, even when word came of killers on their trail.
Just that his way of showing it looked different. Still, the feeling was there.
Yet his grasp of their power shaped everything. Still, knowing what they could do changed how he moved ahead.
Lane isn't weak.
A sudden image rose - her steady gaze, the quiet way she moved. Stillness lived in how she carried herself, each gesture measured. He saw it again without trying.
