"Two days from now, we will engage in the final battle with the wolf pack, but before that, let us fully enjoy the joy of victory!"
The commanding voice rose from the front of the tent in the temporary camp, causing the resting players and rangers to look up involuntarily.
Their eyes fixed on the young man riding the horse, who remained composed and serene.
His golden hair was disheveled from battle. His damaged Mage's attire was rather unsightly, stained with the blood of wolves and his own, tarnishing his face, leaving it less than glorious.
Yet, the enchanting aura about him was still reflected in everyone's eyes, shining brighter than ever before.
The players, marveling quietly below, felt that Brother Kael had grown even more handsome.
And to the natives, this feeling was even more potent.
Especially the rangers, if personal charisma determined a leader's worth, then undoubtedly, Kael was the one they would kneel before in loyalty.
