Vlad and Jormungandr emerged from the dense forest, their forms appearing through the mist like phantoms returning from the abyss. Freya, Ouroboros, the Royal Guards, and the soldiers of the Turkin Kingdom stood in a loose formation, their eyes immediately locking onto the duo.
Freya was the first to step forward, her eyes filled with concern. "What happened back there?" she asked, her voice edged with worry. "Are you both alright?"
Ouroboros's gaze flickered between Vlad and Jormungandr; the white werewolf could not hide the unease in his heart. "Were you harmed?"
Vlad raised a reassuring hand. "We're fine," he replied, his tone severe yet calm. "But we've uncovered some troubling information."
He glanced at Jormungandr, who nodded in silent agreement. The small yellow cat settled onto Vlad's shoulder, his fiery eyes reflecting the gravity of the situation.
