Korestin walked through the forest, his glass daggers hidden beneath his cloak. The moonlight illuminated the path, and the shadows of the trees seemed like ghosts accompanying him on his journey. He was alone, but he didn't feel lonely. He had his daggers and the System, which supported him, though it also bound him.
The world he lived in was full of dangers. Dungeons and monsters were a daily occurrence, and the political intrigues of the kingdom were endless. People lived in fear, and those who held power did everything to maintain it. In such a world, assassins like Korestin were valued, but also deeply hated.
Korestin knew this world like the back of his hand. For years, he had served the guild, completing missions that left behind only blood and ashes. But now he was alone. He was a **lone wolf**, who had to fight for survival.
As he walked, he heard a rustling in the bushes. Instinctively, he drew his daggers, ready to attack. From the shadows emerged a young boy who looked like a beggar. Korestin lowered his weapon but didn't take his eyes off the boy.
"What are you doing here?" Korestin asked the boy.
"I'm looking for work," the boy replied, his eyes shining with hope. "I heard that someone around here is looking for helpers."
Korestin looked at the boy, then at his daggers. He knew he couldn't trust anyone. But there was something different about this boy. Maybe it was his naivety, maybe it was his courage.
"Maybe I can help you," Korestin said finally. "But you must know that I'm not someone you can trust."
The boy nodded, and Korestin saw a spark of understanding in his eyes. Maybe this boy wasn't as naive as he seemed.
"What's your name?" Korestin asked.
"**Eryndor**," the boy replied.
Korestin nodded. Maybe Eryndor could help him. Maybe together they could achieve more than alone.
"Follow me," Korestin said. "But remember, in this world, there's no room for sentiment."
Eryndor nodded and followed Korestin. Together, they entered the darkness, unaware of what awaited them.
As they walked, Korestin told Eryndor about his past. About how he was betrayed by the guild and how he discovered the glass daggers. Eryndor listened with interest, and questions appeared in his eyes.
"Why did the guild betray you?" Eryndor asked.
"Because they considered me a threat," Korestin replied. "The glass daggers give me too much power. Power they can't control."
Eryndor nodded, and Korestin saw understanding in his eyes.
"Can you show me those daggers?" Eryndor asked.
Korestin hesitated for a moment, then drew the daggers from their sheath. Eryndor looked at them with admiration.
"They're beautiful," Eryndor said. "But also terrifying."
Korestin nodded. He knew the daggers were both his blessing and his curse.
"We must be careful," Korestin said. "The guild won't rest until they kill me."
Eryndor nodded, and Korestin saw determination in his eyes.
"I'm with you," Eryndor said. "Together, we can achieve more than alone."
Korestin smiled. Maybe Eryndor was the first person he could trust since the guild's betrayal.
As they walked further, the forest began to thicken. The trees grew closer together, and the shadows became longer. Korestin drew his daggers, ready to attack. He knew that in such a place, they could encounter any kind of danger.
Suddenly, they heard a rustling in the bushes. Korestin and Eryndor stopped, their eyes directed towards the sound. From the shadows emerged a man who looked like a hunter. He wore a leather jacket and held a bow in his hand.
"What are you doing here?" the man asked, his voice suspicious.
"We're looking for work," Korestin replied. "We heard that someone around here is looking for helpers."
The man looked at Korestin and Eryndor, then nodded.
"Maybe I can help you," he said. "I'm **Thrain**, a hunter from these parts. I know someone who is looking for people to work."
Korestin and Eryndor exchanged a glance. Maybe this was their chance to find work and take their first step into a new life.
"Who is it?" Korestin asked.
"**Arcturus**," Thrain replied. "He's a wealthy merchant who is looking for people to protect his caravans. The pay is good, but the risk is high."
Korestin nodded. He knew this could be their chance to survive.
"Where can we find him?" Korestin asked.
Thrain gave them the address of an old tower on the north side of the city.
"Meet Arcturus there," Thrain said. "But remember, he's not a man you can trust."
Korestin and Eryndor nodded, and Thrain disappeared into the shadows, leaving them alone.
As they walked towards the tower, Korestin felt that something was changing. Maybe this was a chance for revenge, maybe it was a chance for redemption. But he knew that in this world, there was no room for sentiment. You had to be strong to survive.
The tower was old and looked like a ruin. But Korestin knew that appearances could be deceiving. Inside, anything could be waiting.
When they entered the tower, Korestin and Eryndor were greeted by guards. They were armed and looked dangerous.
"What are you doing here?" one of the guards asked.
"We came to see Arcturus," Korestin replied. "We have a meeting."
The guard looked at them suspiciously but then nodded.
"Follow me," he said.
Korestin and Eryndor followed the guard, unaware of what awaited them.
As they entered the hall, they saw Arcturus. He was an older man with a long beard and eyes that seemed like stars in the night.
"Welcome," Arcturus said. "I heard you're looking for work."
Korestin nodded.
"Yes," he said. "We heard you're looking for people to protect your caravans."
Arcturus nodded.
"Yes, I'm looking for people who can protect me. The pay is good, but the risk is high."
Korestin and Eryndor exchanged a glance. They knew this could be their chance to survive.
"We're interested," Korestin said.
Arcturus smiled.
"Good," he said. "Then we have a deal."
And so, Korestin and Eryndor signed a contract with Arcturus. They didn't know what awaited them, but they knew this could be their chance for a new life.
As they left the tower, Korestin felt that something was changing. Maybe this was a chance for revenge, maybe it was a chance for redemption. But he knew that in this world, there was no room for sentiment. You had to be strong to survive.
And so, Korestin and Eryndor ventured into the world, ready to face whatever lay ahead. They were **lone wolves**, but now they had each other. And in this world, that was all that mattered.