Before stepping through the door, Ryven turned to Faye.
"Behave yourself, got it?" He warned with an unusually serious expression.
"Mm." Faye nodded obediently, remembering his words. Even before entering, she could already feel the overwhelming aura permeating the room.
As soon as they stepped inside, they saw Village Chief Marquel, a man who appeared to be in his late thirties or perhaps early forties.
At a glance, Ryven immediately recognized his usual stern and serious expression.
Marquel didn't acknowledge them right away. Instead, he rubbed his temples, clearly burdened by the mountain of work covering his desk.
Reports regarding mysterious abomination sightings had become increasingly frequent throughout the village.
Eventually, his sharp eyes shifted toward the two of them.
However, the moment his gaze landed on Faye, he fell into deep contemplation.
