In the quietude of the afternoon, Aden and Fenrir found themselves in a secluded spot, away from the bustling city, where the sun painted the landscape with warm hues. Fenrir, with his keen senses, broke the silence that lingered among them. "It has been many months since we last saw Viktor," he remarked, his words carrying the weight of time that had slipped through their fingers.
Aden, his expression thoughtful, nodded in agreement. "I guess it is obvious," he mused, "he is viewing the world from a different position than us now." he remarked, his gaze fixated on the horizon.
Fenrir's concern crept into his voice as he added, "I hope he is fine after that incident." The memory of the encounter with the heroes and the subsequent parting with Viktor weighed on their minds, a lingering uncertainty that hung in the air like the mist that clung to the city floor.
Aden, ever contemplative, kept quiet, his thoughts weaving a tapestry of schemes and strategies. The revelation of an impostor, someone mimicking him with sinister intent, had become a gnawing puzzle that demanded a solution. His silence betrayed the depth of his contemplation, a mind working tirelessly to unravel the mysteries that entangled their fates.
Hey, guys!" The declaration emerged from behind, catching both Aden and Fenrir off guard. Swiftly turning, their eyes widened as Viktor, running toward them, materialized from the foliage.
Fenrir's heart quickened with surprise at Viktor's sudden appearance, his wolf-like instincts tingling with excitement. "Aden, it's Viktor!" he exclaimed, his voice carrying a note of exhilaration as he gestured toward their approaching friend.
"Why are you here?" Aden's voice, tinged with a hint of skepticism, pierced the air as he addressed Viktor.
Viktor's response was swift, a playful grin adorning his features as he lightly thumped Aden's shoulder. "Man, don't be so harsh," he chuckled, the camaraderie between them evident in his tone.
"I've got some hints on where my mother's location might be," Viktor continued, his expression turning serious as he revealed the purpose behind his unexpected appearance.
Fenrir's eyes widened with surprise at Viktor's revelation. "What?" he exclaimed, his curiosity piqued. "Where did you get this information?"
Viktor's gaze flickered with determination as he recounted his journey, his words painting a vivid picture of his quest for answers. "I've been digging into old records, searching for any clues that might lead me to her," he explained, a steely resolve underlying his words.
As Fenrir and Aden absorbed Viktor's revelation, a sense of urgency filled the air. The prospect of uncovering the truth behind Lizabeth's disappearance ignited a spark of hope within them, driving them forward with renewed purpose.