Revenge time, John's apology.

Several players turned to check the source of the sound. What they saw made their faces drain of colour.

Standing calmly amidst the trees was Arthur, his smirk as sharp as the dagger in his hand.

"Is that… Fateless?" one of the players stammered, his voice barely audible over the growls of the wolves.

"It's him," another whispered, his grip tightening on his weapon. "What the hell is he doing here? We are Screwed!"

Arthur continued to walk forward calmly, clearly unhurried. His presence sent a chill across their spine, his gaze piercing as it swept over them. The wolves snarled but seemed hesitant, sensing the raw power emanating from Arthur. So the wolves decided to ignore him and focus on the players in front of them.

"What are you guys blabbering about!" John said, still in a clash with the wolf.