Lyerin walked through the dense, dark woods, his steps quiet but deliberate.
The trees parted before him as if even nature feared his presence.
His destination, the abandoned sanctuary of his tribe.
As he approached the sanctuary, a faint smile tugged at the corner of his lips. 'I'm back', he thought.
The word echoed in his mind, not with nostalgia or longing, but with a cold certainty that filled him with twisted joy.
"So those girls are back already and left without my permission. However, they are considered safe given their levels; I have already included them along with the beasts with my leveling up ability," he mumbled as he tried not to think about them.
Reaching the heart of the sanctuary, Lyerin stopped and pulled something from within his cloak—a small, glowing sigil. It pulsed with a dull, malevolent light.