The Journal

The figure lifted his hood, revealing himself.

He was a mature man who seemed to be in his early forties. He had honey-brown eyes, short locks of crimson hair, and a sun-kissed tan physique.

It was none other than the Handler of the Brotherhood, Elrick Spence.

Adam walked toward him with a wide smile and gave him a warm hug. "Brother Elrick, thank you for your assistance throughout my mission."

"Hahaha!" Elrick patted the youth's back. "Don't mention it. It's my job!"

He grabbed Adam's shoulders and grinned. "Look at you! Who would have thought, a cheeky bastard like you would be able to deal with that Rank 3 werewolf? Haha, you have truly given me a great surprise!"

Adam didn't know how to react to such praise. Although he felt greatly smug inside, he didn't show it.

"Anyways," said Elrick as he guided the youth inside the cave entrance. "Do you know what they're calling you?"

Adam shook his head. "What?"