Bab 284: The Killer of The Lightning Spirit (End) The Warm Night

The dawn sky was streaked with hues of pink and orange as Lyan finished packing his belongings. The courtyard of the palace was quiet, save for the occasional clink of metal as Julius, Borton, and Arnold helped secure his gear. Shadow, Lyan's imposing black horse, stood nearby, its eyes gleaming with fierce intelligence and restlessness.

"You're really heading out, then?" Julius asked, leaning against a stone pillar. His red hair glinted in the early morning light, and his easy smile masked the underlying unease at seeing such a reliable guy departing, leaving the dangerous capital to the crown prince.

Lyan nodded, adjusting the straps of his pack. "Yes, it's time. Grafen needs rebuilding, and there's much to be done. Besides, my girls in the city of Arkansas are waiting for me."

Arnold grunted in agreement. "Arkansas, eh? That's a city that never sleeps. You'll fit right in, Lyan."