"Stay with me," Zara said to Nox, her voice barely a whisper and her steps cautious. She glanced around from left to right as if expecting something or… someone to appear at any moment.
Nox noticed her tense shoulders and couldn't help but raise an eyebrow. "What is it?" he inquired, walking just two steps behind her.
What is she so afraid of? His gaze briefly swept around. Apart from a single pathway flanked by towering trees with frosted trunks, there was nothing particularly suspicious.
He tried to spread his senses into the bushes as well, only spotting weak Wildlings and intermediate-tier beasts who were clearly minding their own business, too terrified to approach the two.
So then… why was she tense?
The silence seemed to stretch endlessly. After a while, however, Zara spoke in a low, hesitant voice. "I should've told you this sooner. We Dragons are very prideful creatures, but despite our pride, there's one thing we dislike the most."
