The cohort stared at Lucy, faces painted in confusion. He didn't know whether it was because they had just found him crying… or because he'd effortlessly slaughtered a magical beast three times the size of the last one.
The air around him remained heavy. Fog clung to the bone-white forest like a second skin, curling around their ankles and pooling in the shadows between the twisted trees. The corpse of the fogged wolf still steamed at his feet, its black ichor soaking into the silver grass.
A manual flickered to life in the back of his mind—its ethereal pages whispering across his thoughts.
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He didn't bother with it.
Caelgorr wouldn't live long enough for Lucy to master the damn thing.
