Alicia's mind was a whirlwind of emotions as she walked beside Delbert, her footsteps echoing softly in the long corridor. Despite the steady rhythm of their pace, her thoughts were anything but calm. The mere mention of Netherash had sent her spiraling into a storm of unease. The distant kingdom was shrouded in mystery and danger, its reputation as the land of werewolves preceding it. She couldn't help but imagine the sharp claws, glowing eyes, and the feral intensity that accompanied the creatures.
Her anxiety crept up her spine like a cold hand, and she clenched her fists to keep herself grounded. Delbert, on the other hand, seemed utterly unaffected, his demeanor remained as calm and composed as ever, his face unreadable as he led her through the castle's grand halls.
