Mount Apikuni go among the lost

lucifer merely hummed, the sound deep and thoughtful, as he watched chaudry’s back begin to retreat.  

attento, grand guerrier, he murmured just loud enough to carry, his tone almost playful. careful, grand warrior.

he did not follow. not yet. instead, he lingered in the cold hush of the mountain air, exhaling slowly as he turned his gaze to the vale below. the world stretched before him, draped in white, hiding the secrets buried beneath. a kingdom built on tradition, on expectation.  

he smiled to himself—slow, knowing.  

chaudry had made his point, but so had he.  

and so, lucifer remained, if only for a moment longer, before the shadows pulled him forward once more.