Elara's Perspective
That shrug, combined with him turning his back on me, ignited a spark of hatred within me—not just for him, but for this entire village that had so easily decided to cast me aside like I was nothing. Little did I know back then that things were about to spiral into something far worse than I could have ever imagined.
I stepped through the gate, and an unsettling scene unfolded before me, accompanied by yet another guard who took over from the one who had ushered me through. This new figure had short, gray hair that seemed to match the somber atmosphere, and his silver-gray eyes held a piercing gaze that made me shiver. I couldn't quite decipher what kind of beastkin he was, as all I could see were his pointy ears, which only added to the air of mystery surrounding him.
