In Freiden, the sun was already high in the sky, illuminating the snowy landscape. Noon had passed, and Cliff was lying on a wooden plank under an improvised shelter, trying to recover from the exhausting battle, hoping to finally get some rest.
If Dahlia or Taryl had seen him like this, they probably would have offered him a massage to ease his fatigue, and Cliff already felt pampered by those eccentric women. A smirk formed on his lips as he closed his eyes, allowing himself to be gently lulled to sleep.
But this brief moment of respite was cut short by the sound of boots approaching in his direction. Cliff was too tired to activate his echolocation skill to figure out who it was...
Covering his face with his arm, he listened as the person advanced quickly towards him, their pace steady.
The footsteps stopped abruptly when they reached his side.
