The corridors of the Murim Alliance stronghold stretched long and quiet, the sharp clink of Kaelric's boots echoing against the polished stone floors.
The weight of his duty pressed heavily on his shoulders as he approached the central chamber of the Alliance's leader.
Four years had passed since he first arrived here, tasked with unraveling the mystery behind the Dreds' emergence.
Four long years, and he had little to show for it.
Kaelric's expression darkened as he considered the slow progress of his investigation.
The Murim Alliance, with its sprawling influence and meticulously structured hierarchy, was a fortress of secrets.
As one of the five generals, Kaelric was watched closely—both because of his high status and because of the name he bore: Vossmer.
The Vossmer name drew respect, yes, but also suspicion.
