Unleash The Wolves

A month later. In Livan, Ashton's territorial capital. 

It was Virgil's turn to keep a watch on the southern section of Livan. Despite taking the job seriously, he couldn't help but let his mind wander off every so often. Virgil twirled his prized combat knife with his finger in an attempt to cure his boredom. 

People were wander below the watch tower, going about their daily training routine. Whenever someone met his gaze, they would smile before hurrying away. It almost seemed they were scared of something. However, they weren't scared of him, but the one accompanying him... Sven. 

The aura of death around the Death Baron was enough to make anyone sweat buckets within a second. Even if they knew he wasn't going to hurt them, they couldn't help but fear the undead.