Akun smiled softly as he took a step forward. "For now," he said, his voice clipped, "my focus is on reaching the Academy and finding Alric."
Genreia gave a curt nod, her expression exactly like Akun's, calm yet serious.
Suddenly, a voice, laced with a hint of nervousness, cut through the tense atmosphere. "Master Akun," it called out.
The group tensed, hands inching towards their weapons, eyes darting towards the source. Emerging from the gathering twilight stood Sir Cedric, the Knight Captain, his imposing figure clad in polished light armor. He took a hesitant step forward, his gaze sweeping across the group. A tense silence descended upon the clearing.
Akun's gaze locked onto the Captain's, his eyes burning with a cold intensity. His stance was rigid, every muscle ready for action, "Sir Cedric," he spoke, his voice calm and commanding, fists still clenched. "What does the King think he's doing?"
