A full day passed, and the Beginner's Town—formerly locked under manipulation and fear—had begun to stabilize under new authority.
With the Lady gone and the truth revealed, there was a fresh tension in the air, but it was of a different kind. Not fear. Not oppression.
It was expectation. Possibility. Even hope.
King Gorgon had taken his place once more, but it was clear to everyone that he now stood beneath Fenrir in terms of command. Not that the people protested it.
The outsider had done what no one else could. He had challenged the system and won.
As the sun began to rise on the second day, King Gorgon stood beside Fenrir on the city's southern gate, arms crossed and expression unusually grim.
"So. What's your next move? Are you finally going to challenge the floor boss?"
The king began, his deep voice cutting through the still morning air.
Fenrir adjusted the leather strap across his chest, checking the small pack slung over his shoulder.
