Prince Kaelan donned plain linen garments and traveled in a modest carriage. For security, he hired a five-star fighter from the Swordmasters Guild for the day.
Evening painted the streets in amber light when they arrived at Averton District.
Prince Kaelan stepped down, adjusting his simple attire, and entered Nexus.
His gaze landed instantly on Zion.
The curiosity sharpened.
Before he could speak, his hired bodyguard froze.
Then roared.
"It's you, bitch!"
The shout rattled the interior.
Customers flinched.
Kiara turned slowly.
Recognition dawned on her at one glance.
Jareth.
The same adventurer whose luck she had drained weeks prior. After suffering relentless misfortune, he had sought confirmation from a priest and concluded he had been cursed.
And this woman is likely the suspect in his eyes. But he had no way of tracking her. So, he could only suppress his anger.
As a result, Rage had fermented ever since.
