Chapter 90 - Invisible Players, the Hunt Begins
The moonlight was bright, illuminating a perched structure where a man stood leaning, the light faintly reflecting off the matte metal of his red armor.
The man rested against a stone pillar, arms crossed, his head slightly tilted forward, allowing his hood to conceal most of his face.
Only his long blonde hair escaped the shadow, falling gently over his shoulders. At his waist rested a rapier, a finely and elegantly forged blade, whose black sheath contrasted with the faint glow of its ornate hilt.
It was then that he sensed a presence.
His sharp senses picked up the approach even before the voice echoed through the silence of the night.
A man emerged from the darkness with a mischievous smile, his dark skin highlighted by the sparse glow of distant torches.
His long, curly hair was partially tied back, leaving some loose strands framing his sharp face, and at his waist hung an ornate scimitar.
The visitor stopped a few steps away, tilting his head slightly to the side, as if analyzing his interlocutor with amusement.
"Hiding from someone?" he asked in a teasing tone, his white teeth gleaming in a predatory smile.
The man in red armor lifted his gaze without changing his posture. "Aren't you afraid that he'll find you wandering so freely?"
The visitor chuckled, a hoarse sound filled with disdain.