The mysterious swordsman stood atop the fortress, overlooking the sprawling wilderness beneath him with a piercing gaze. Swathed in darkness, his features obscured by a hood, he exuded an aura of mystery and power.
As he gazed out into the distance, memories of his chance encounter with Jono from the previous night flooded his thoughts. He couldn't help but smirk at the recollection of the fearless but foolhardy young man who dared to brave the dangers of the wilderness alone.
"That brat," he muttered to himself, his voice low and husky. "So bold, so foolish, to think he would venture into the untamed wilds, unaccompanied and ill-equipped, in pursuit of mere beasts. I never expected to cross paths with such bravery and foolishness in one single package."
The swordsman chuckled softly, his deep voice echoing through the empty fortress. He shook his head, still unable to believe the bravery and recklessness of Jono.
