Oh, I can see Swanir waving in the distance. The leader of the Phantom Fangs.
Valhugr had already begun waving, acting as though he had known her all his life.
"Welcome to our domain, Levina-sama," Swanir said, bowing gracefully and low.
We stood at the great gate of the entire castle, its massive archway carved entirely of solid ice.
The gate itself towered high above us, thick enough to withstand a siege, reminding us that this was not merely a dwelling but a true stronghold.
"Thank you for having me." Without hesitation, I reached out and placed a hand on her head.
"Goodness, Levina-sama!" she whined, her voice carrying a hint of protest. "I'm not a child!"
And yet, despite her words, she pressed her head against my hand, urging me for more.
Among all the Specter Wolves in Master Raven's army, only the Phantom Fangs had first perfected the art of human mimicry.
