Late at night…
Conan sat on a rock, overlooking a parchment of trees that seemed to stretch across a wide area. Beside him, two of his subordinates stood with their weapons at the ready.
He donned his usual attire with the lion skin hung over his head, making his already fierce visage, even more fearsome.
In his right hand, he held two pebbles, twirling them as he seemed to be in deep thought.
His aura was calm and his current posture seemed to signify he was waiting for something… or someone.
The trees beneath him rustled and two hooded individuals emerged followed by his right-hand man, Snake.
One was covered in a more colorful green hoodie while the other opted for a blue one.
From their petite figures, it was clear that the newcomers were women.
Conan grinned at their appearance. "You are here."
He leaped down from his pedestal and landed with a quiet gait, almost unbecoming of his muscular structure.
