Alliance On An Overlord's Terms

The hover car glided smoothly through the streets of the city, the land above Nocturnus, as it carried Lady Lian away from the auction.

The neon-lit city flashing all shorts of coloured lights as they drove past. Inside the car, the atmosphere was calm yet at the same time it seemed tense, the noise of the engine was the only sound that could be heard since the glasses were rolled up.

Lady Lian sat in the backseat, her silver wolf, Fenrir, lying at her feet. She ran her fingers through its fur, her eyes distant as she stared out the window.

The events of the evening played over in her mind, particularly her encounter with Spade, the man had proven to be as mysterious as he was powerful.

One of her bodyguards, seated in the front, glanced at her through the rearview mirror. He noticed the thoughtful look on her face and the way her hand moved through Fenrir's fur, as if seeking comfort.

"Lady Lian."

"Is something troubling you?"