Chapter 56 The Skythari Nomads
Chapter fifty-six
The Skythari Nomads
We stand on the ridge, the peak of the snow-dusted mountains stretching beneath our feet, and watch from our hidden vantage point.
The sun dips low in the sky, casting a golden glow across the snowy valley, illuminating the group below.
Among them, the woman with sun-kissed hair goes still, her entire body stiffening as she realizes they are being followed.
A ripple of awareness passes through her companions, but she senses it first—an instinctual reaction, sharp and immediate.
We haven’t interfered yet, merely observing. It intrigues us that a frostflare has been guiding her for days, leading her across treacherous terrain, closer to us. But something else is out there now, something stalking her and her companions, its presence thickening the air with danger.
It isn’t us—not this time.
Our orders are clear: don’t interfere unless trouble finds its way to our doorstep.