"Was that black winter wolf roaming the snowy plains of Neverwinter really a descendant of the North Wind God? But why had it appeared here? Had the Transians brought it here? Or had that Chosen of the Creator sensed the gathering storm over Chardo Port in advance and deliberately brought along such a powerful fighter?"
In a high-rise in the commercial district, not far from the port, the Scholar leaned on his cane and watched the battle at sea through a complicated telescope. When he saw the winter wolf summon a cold calamity that swept across the port district, he knew the Dagon cult's surprise attack on the area was doomed to fail.
It wasn't an undeserved defeat. After all, no one could have expected a legendary creature to appear on the Genoa Peninsula.
But there was no sign of distress on the Scholar's face. On the contrary, his eyes were filled with fascinated curiosity. If the timing had been right, he would have loved to meet Lord Eris and collect a few biological samples from it. That would surely have helped with his research.
Unfortunately, time was indifferent to everyone.
He had to leave this warm place now and go do what he had to do.
"Tick-tock, tick-tock."
The Scholar placed his gentleman's top hat over his classic bald pate, then turned off the alarm clock that had been beeping on the desk and tucked it into his coat. Finally, he looked around the room with a wistful expression.
An old photograph sat on the desk. He had only just put it there.
Many years ago, he had taken this photograph with him when he set off on his travels. Now, he had returned it to this place, a sign that he had finally come home with what he