Bab 58: The Mournful God of Winter
In the quiet corridors of Winterborne Citadel, where whispers of power mingled with the scent of polished stone, there was a time when Sinclair Snow's heart belonged to a creature of fur and fang—a wolf whose fierce loyalty matched his own. She was his silent confidante, his steadfast companion in a world of shifting allegiances and hidden agendas.
While Sinclair found little solace in the company of his courtiers and advisors, who danced to the tune of politics and ambition, his bond with his wolf was pure and untainted by the trappings of power. In her, he found a kindred spirit—a creature untouched by the duplicity of the court, whose loyalty was earned not through words, but through shared moments of quiet understanding.
As Sinclair roamed the wooded paths surrounding the citadel, his wolf at his side, he felt a sense of freedom that eluded him within the gilded halls of power. Together, they traversed the untamed wilderness, their footsteps echoing against the ancient trees as they chased the fleeting shadows of dusk.
But even as Sinclair cherished these moments of respite, the specter of the underground loomed large in the recesses of his mind—a dark and foreboding presence that threatened to shatter the fragile peace he had found. And though he longed to ignore its existence, to bury himself in the comforting embrace of his wolf and forget the troubles that lay beyond Winterborne's walls, fate had other plans in store for him.
Sinclair Snow's heart shattered like fragile glass the day he returned to Winterborne Citadel to find his beloved wolf missing. Panic gripped him as he tore through the halls, his footsteps echoing with rage and despair. His advisors, accustomed to his stoic demeanor, recoiled at the sight of his fury unleashed.
With a voice that shook the very foundations of the citadel, Sinclair commanded his advisors to find his wolf—or face the consequences. His eyes, usually cold and calculating, burned with a fierce intensity as he vowed to unleash his wrath upon anyone who dared to harm his faithful companion.
In the days that followed, Winterborne was consumed by a feverish hunt for the missing wolf. Sinclair spared no expense, offering vast sums of gold as ransom and dispatching his most trusted agents to scour every corner of the kingdom in search of his beloved companion. But as the days turned into weeks, and the trail grew cold, despair threatened to consume him.
Haunted by the memory of his lost wolf, Sinclair prowled the corridors of Winterborne like a caged beast, his once-impenetrable facade crumbling beneath the weight of his grief. And as the days stretched into months, the citadel itself seemed to mourn the absence of its master's loyal companion, echoing with the silent lament of a bond severed too soon.
The call came like a dagger to Sinclair Snow's heart, promising hope in the form of a ransom for his beloved wolf. Without hesitation, he emptied the Winterborne treasury, offering a king's fortune in exchange for his faithful companion's safe return. The citadel buzzed with anticipation, whispers of relief and gratitude echoing through its hallowed halls.
But hope turned to horror when the ransom was paid, and instead of his beloved wolf, Sinclair received a grim package—a box filled with the mutilated remains of his once-proud companion. Shock and disbelief swept through Winterborne like a dark tide, drowning the citadel in a sea of grief and despair.
For Sinclair Snow, it was a moment of reckoning. Something inside him snapped, a primal fury unleashed by the senseless brutality inflicted upon his loyal friend. In that moment, he vowed vengeance upon those responsible, swearing to make the perpetrators suffer a fate far worse than death.
With a steely resolve born of grief and rage, Sinclair turned his gaze toward the underground, his heart consumed by a burning desire for retribution. And as he descended into the depths of darkness, Winterborne echoed with the solemn promise of a man driven to the brink of madness by loss and betrayal.
Status Power Mingguan
-- Peringkat
Power 
-- Power
stone