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Chapter 851: An Invitation from the Neverwinter Exploration Group

The monster hit the ground where she had been standing and sent up a spray of snowmelt, its wings broader than any Four-winged Eagle’s. Lorgar had already sidestepped it — and now, in the ringing silence that followed, she studied the creature.

Hairless wings. Terrifying bulk. Eyes the pale, slightly-too-bright color of something that had once been a bird.

The name surfaced before she could stop it.

“Maggie?”

“The wolf can actually speak — coo!” The monster scrambled backward several steps, eyes blown wide, and for a moment Lorgar could not decide whether to spring at it. The creature’s panic was all wrong: it looked like the ambushed one, not the ambusher.

“It’s a witch, idiot.” A clear, young voice fell from above. “Who are you? How do you know us?”

Lorgar looked up, narrowing her eyes against the sun. A small figure hung in the glare — short blond hair tossing in the wind, a weapon catching silver light. The girl had placed herself perfectly: the sun directly behind her, the brightness a weapon in itself.

Lorgar noted it. That kind of tactical instinct was not common in someone so young.

She let her shoulders drop and spat the pack from her mouth, shifting back into her human form. “I’m Lorgar Burnflame of the Desert. I came with Ashes and Andrea. Ashes mentioned you on the way — Maggie.”

“Ah, I remember.” The vast creature shrank, folded, became: a small girl barely reaching Lorgar’s waist, with white hair almost brushing the ground. “I met her when I went to fetch Ashes. Coo!”

“Did Ashes say anything about me?” The blond girl dropped from the sky and landed in a crouch, then straightened, visibly annoyed.

“You’re —”

“Lightning. The greatest explorer in the Western Region — no, in all of Graycastle. In all four kingdoms, in fact.” She planted her feet. “Remember it.”

“Coo — why did you take your clothes off?” Maggie stared at Lorgar’s chest with open curiosity, then glanced down at her own. “Is that something you can conjure? Coo!”

Lightning rapped her on the head. “Stop staring. That’s just individual differences.”

Lorgar shrugged on her coat. “Why did you attack me?”

Some of Lightning’s confidence flickered. “I thought you were a mutated snowwolf. We’re posted to the northeast — eliminate wandering demonic beasts in the Barbarian Land, bring back fresh game.”

“And steal eggs from nests, collect honeycombs, and roast food over open fires in the wilderness!”

“That is not our work!” Lightning cut Maggie off instantly. “The point is — there’s almost no one in this area. The Months of Demons just ended. A large Desert Wolf is a reasonable thing to investigate.”

It was a reasonable explanation. Lorgar had heard from enough traveling traders what the northern border became during those months, and after her fight with the Four-winged Eagle, Ashes had explained at length what hybrid demonic beasts could do. She let it pass.

“What about you?” Lightning’s gaze sharpened. “This is the Barbarian Land. Demonic beasts wander here, and some things worse than demonic beasts. What do you want out here alone?”

“Something worse.” Lorgar kept her voice level. “Do you mean demons?”

“Coo — you know about demons?”

“I’m looking for an abandoned city. I heard that demons appeared there.” She paused. “I want to hunt them.”

Lightning stared at her for a long moment, the kind of silence that meant she was suppressing something. “Who told you that?”

“Is something wrong?”

“Demons did appear in Taquila.” Lightning broke into a grin. “Four hundred years ago. They may return at any time — that’s why we patrol — but if you want to go there now, you’re looking at seven or eight days on foot. And the Barbarian Land is too vast to navigate without a guide. This territory is called the Fertile Plains, and it’s larger than all four kingdoms combined.”

The Wolf Girl frowned. The distance was nothing; she had once spent two consecutive months in the wilderness honing her edge. She had the patience of a hunter. She did not worry about time or solitude. But losing herself in a featureless expanse and never finding the city at all — that was a different problem.

“I admire the spirit, though.” Lightning crossed her arms. “Starting an expedition on limited information, alone — that’s genuine explorer’s instinct. I don’t know why you refused the Witch Union, but there’s another option: the Neverwinter Exploration Group. What do you say? Come map the unknown with us.”

“And come to our barbecues!” Maggie raised both hands with delight.

Lorgar suppressed a sigh. She had pictured Maggie as a warrior worth challenging — the creature Ashes had spoken of with a warning in her voice. Instead: an eager child who wanted to roast meat in the wilderness. This was not the kind of trial the Three Gods arranged.

She turned to leave.

“Wait.” Lightning’s voice stopped her. “I’ll take you to the Taquila ruins — if you join the Neverwinter Exploration Group.”

Lorgar’s ears came up on their own.

“We’re the only people to have touched that city wall in four hundred years,” Lightning said, and the pride in her voice was real. “I know things about demons. I’ve fought a Senior Demon — a powerful one. That’s information you can’t find anywhere else.”

Lorgar did not move for a moment.

“Think about it,” Lightning said.

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