The sun was welcome. Aphelion did not care too much for the icy bite of winter.
He had searched for clues, tried to find others. Tesla was a ghost, as were most of the wolves out here apparently.
He could smell them, but the scents were stale, long gone. He sighed, head still held high as he walked with his regal gait, but the tension was clear on his face for once.
What had Ybos sent him here for?
It was not like the Old One to lay out such a…maze of a path. Without fail, until now, he had found his quarry through what many would call pure luck. But not this time. Aphelion was being tested. With conviction, he pressed forward.
Oct 06, 2018 09:35 PM
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