The group arrived near a small cave nestled at the base of one of the towering black spires.
Alvin's gaze swept across the area—and then surprised when he spotted someone.
The Scout.
'He's here…?'
His jaw tensed.
'Did he abandon those two?'
The image of Sword and Dagger's lifeless bodies flashed through his mind.
Robert approached the Scout calmly. "Where is the young lady?"
The Scout silently pointed toward the cave entrance.
Robert gave a brief nod, then turned to lead the group inside.
Within the cave, lit by faint crimson light from outside, a girl sat upon a smooth rock.
She had long black hair and striking blue eyes.
The moment Alvin saw her, he felt it—not just her presence, but her aura.
It wasn't something loud or overwhelming.
But it demanded respect.
She stood, smooth and deliberate, and took a few steps toward them.
Every movement was graceful. Controlled. Regal.
Her gaze swept across the group—not with curiosity, but with judgment. As if measuring them.
