A massive, sturdy black ironwood carriage rolled down the road.
Four sinewy horses pulled the carriage, their powerful muscles rippling with every step.
This was the personal carriage of the Akrest Clan, carrying both the Clan Leader Ebon Akrest and the Young Lord Theron.
The journey back was as silent as the journey there, the atmosphere heavy with Theron's defeat.
But Theron knew one thing about his father:
He wouldn't simply let this go.
His father wouldn't take it out on him. No, the repercussions would likely fall on Vera.
And yet, Theron didn't feel worried.
Why was that?
Perhaps because it was laughable.
Yes, laughable.
A mere mortal trying to corner a monster?
Laughable.
An adult scheming against a child seemed absurd.
And for a human to plot against a true monster—it was ridiculous.
