Chapter 90: ’Just why do they hate me?’

It was one of those slow northern noons where the snow seemed to fall without urgency while drifting down in lazy spirals that softened the entire encampment. The usual noise had dulled and only the muted crunch of boots in snow and the distant crackle of firewood burning.

It was during moments like this that Lyric usually slipped away and unnoticed to the place he had long claimed as his own.