The Weird Imp

Third Person's POV

He ruffled Velcy's hair fondly and masked his inner scheming with brotherly affection.

She grinned and was clearly pleased but she stepped back and slightly hid herself behind his back as the warden approached.

Soon, with an approving nod, the old man awarded Virelle her own Steel Rank tag.

Without hesitation, she pricked her finger and let a drop of blood fall onto the metallic surface.

The tag absorbed it instantly and caused the engravings to glow faintly before settling into their final form.

With practiced ease, she took a delicate silver chain from her pouch, skillfully threading it through the small hole in the tag before looping it around her wrist like an elegant bracelet.

She lifted her smooth pale wrist in front of Ethan's eyes and shook her hand slightly as if to emphasize her new achievement.