Forgiveness

The travelers froze, their faces pale, as they watched the strange boy float effortlessly in the air.

Northern's figure drifted upward, slow and deliberate, before he dropped the girl onto the mount's back. Then, his gaze swept across the others.

There was malice in his eyes. A deep, seething contempt that curled at the edges of his stare like a slow-burning fire.

The moment those cold, dangerous eyes fell upon them, the travelers shuddered. A silent, primal fear gripped their chests, strangling their breath.

Then, his attention snapped to the Shadow Drifter standing at the front.

Northern's hoarse voice crawled out, thick with disgust.

"I am short of words, to be honest. Such rudeness and disregard for someone who put her life on the line to save your pathetic hides."

He paused, his gaze sharpening into something deadly as he glared at the Shadow Drifter.