Turai followed Director Ashline through the winding corridors of the Wanderers Order. Each step echoed softly off the stone walls, the rhythmic cadence mixing with the faint murmur of distant conversations.
Turai's body still ached from the battle with Ashline, but his mind was sharper than ever. This meeting, he hoped, would be the first step toward understanding who he really was.
Beside him, Gareth walked with a silent, watchful air, his eyes scanning every hallway and alcove. Director Ashline, in contrast, strode purposefully ahead, his posture betraying no hint of exhaustion despite the intensity of their earlier clash.
Finally, they reached Ashline's office—a large room adorned with shelves of ancient tomes, maps pinned to the walls, and a massive wooden desk that seemed almost alive with the weight of countless secrets.
