7
Dex
I hike for hours. Mile after mile, the leafy oaks of Wulfhelm slowly give way to a wintry forest of Refraction, the Prism Master’s realm.
It quickly becomes clear that someone’s hiding in the forest for me. And this time? It’s not a lost pup.
The tread is heavy and new. A stranger. My wolf paces inside me. It knows a battle is coming, same as I do. Instead of facing a party filled with verbal sparring, I can now enjoy an all-out fight.
Just what I wanted.
When a battle’s about to begin, I like to choose the ground. All of which is why I stop at a clearing that’s encircled with towering trees. Moonlight keeps the terrain bright. The ground is level and open.
No question about it; this is the spot for a fight.
I stand in the center of the clearing and wait. Pine trees creak in
