The obsidian short axe hanging at his waist swayed gently, and the fine hairs on the surface of the wolfskin cloak rippled with the forest breeze, reflecting a silvery-white glacial light.
Standing over two meters tall, his marble-like, rugged muscles revealed clear contours amidst the tree shade.
Deep within the shadows cast by his towering brow ridge, ice-blue eyes akin to snow flames rotated slightly, his gaze piercing through the bushes, the drooping branches and leaves, and further ahead, the winter wolf that had already leaped out of the grass, landing upon the figure currently standing in the clearing at the cave exit ahead—a figure he had not seen for over a year, slightly unfamiliar due to drastic changes, yet inexplicably familiar.
Carrying an indescribable confusion, and a thick Northern Territory accent that seemed blurred in the cold wind, a hoarse, deep male voice sounded from the forest:
"Xia Nan?"
"Crackling."
The burning campfire spat out sparks, emitting a crisp pop.
The barbarian Fugan sat leaning against the trunk of a towering oak tree in the camp, as calm as ever in demeanor, maintaining his obsidian short axe. Xia Nan sat on the other side of the campfire.
Naturally, there could be no such thing as a touching, long-awaited reunion scene.
If either party were replaced by the halfling Alton, he would by now have excitedly orbited the other person in circles, speaking spiritedly of his experiences during this time, and tossing out conversation topics with radiant enthusiasm to drive the atmosphere.
Yet now, regardless of whether it was Fugan or Xia Nan, both possessed relatively introverted personalities.
Even if their inner emotions truly fluctuated, it was hard to say how they would display it.
Just like right now, sitting quietly on both sides of the campfire much like when