Across the vast plains of the Eastern-Western Roads, a giant onyx wolf with fur that glistened with the ambience rays of the sun jumped out of a cloud of wind and landed a few steps away from two carriages that rode across the dusty plains in a frenzy.
On the second was the Merchant, Neuj Rakarf, a frightened gaze on his expression as he glanced behind to find the crimson gaze of a wolf as large as its carriage.
He yelped in shock when a sudden thud echoed, followed by quick movements that approached the man from above.
"Stop the carriage"
The chilling voice caused a shiver down his spine as he looked up to find the white gaze of a boy who held a long sword that exuded a cold death.
Neuj raised his brow in a complicated expression as he yanked the reins.
"What are you going to do to me if I do?" He asked, his tone laced with curiosity and nervousness as his horses neighed in response to the sudden tug and reduced their speed.
