Calix’s POV.
The storm howled wildly as I walked down the streets of Tyr. But I paid no mind to it.
My cloak billowed in the wind, my boots leaving imprints in the mud after each step.
In a moment, I arrived at the port, and just like the rest of Tyr, I find it empty except for the vessels floating on the water.
Suddenly, a bolt of lightning struck next to me. Without a doubt, it was the witch trying so hard to scare me away as though I was some child. A smirk tugged at my lips.
My resolve unshaken, I continued walking/teleporting down the port, and arrived at the foot of the mountain.
A reverberating thunder rolled across the sky.
I exhaled sharply and willed my claws to emerge, and then dug into the closest rock.
The rain slicked the stone, making each grip precarious, but I pres
