The air was thick with the weight of impending battle.
Argolaith, Kaelred, and Malakar knew the Veiled Order would not sit idly after their defeat at the temple. They would return, and this time, they wouldn't hold back.
So they had no choice but to be ready.
Back in the Silver Fang Guild Hall, the trio sat in a secluded corner, the flickering torchlight casting long shadows on the walls.
Kaelred exhaled. "Alright, let's be honest—we survived by luck last time. If their leader comes back, we won't be so lucky again."
Malakar nodded. "True. Which is why we need to ensure that next time, we set the battlefield's terms—not them."
Argolaith smirked. "Then let's get to work."
Morning arrived, and the three of them ventured outside the city walls to a secluded, rocky expanse—an ideal place for training away from prying eyes.
Malakar stood before them, his dark robes swaying slightly. "Let's start with your weaknesses."
Kaelred raised an eyebrow. "Way to motivate us."
