An unwanted return - Egon's POV

"Egon!" Andreas's voice cut through the wind as they galloped, not because Egon's sensitive ears needed it, but out of sheer frustration. "Ease up on Xavier, we'll reach Leopold soon!"

"Hiyah!" Egon urged Xavier on, earning himself an exasperated curse from Andreas.

"You need to hear what I have to tell you about them before we get to Lanark!"

"No!" Egon thundered.

All his efforts to remain detached from the modern world and all the walls he built around him in Kolhis were falling apart, yet he staunchly refused to hear what he didn't want to know.

"No!" He thundered once more.

He had chosen complete isolation in the mountains, enduring the sizzling pain of his scars as the price he had to pay to avoid returning here. However, the chilling news of an attack on his uncle in these accursed lands was all it took for him to run as fast as he could.

Egon cursed under his breath, his anger steadily mounting.