As Howard stepped outside, he saw Skor, bloodied and staggering, approaching from a distance under the moonlight.
Howard quickened his pace but stopped a few steps away, recalling the mysterious attacks by the Lionheart Mercenaries and the eerie Wolf Cavalry.
Cautiously, he called out, "Skor?"
Skor was usually stoic, his face rarely showing emotion.
Observing him, Howard couldn't be sure if this was the same Skor who had saved him.
Skor looked at Howard, a chilling glint passing through his eyes.
Howard stepped back, gripping his spear.
If it hadn't been for Skor's previous aid, he wouldn't have risked approaching.
He had seen a murderous intent in Skor's eyes but still hesitated to attack.
"Skor, do you still know who I am?" Howard asked, scrutinizing him.
Skor's injuries were severe, the worst being a piercing wound on his left side.
