Cain stepped out of the tent, the completed steel orb floating just above his open palm.
The thing seemed to have a gravitational pull of its own even, its core shining a deep dark blue hue— quite literally. It pained him greatly that he could not feel the spatial mana coiled within it.
'This is much more inconvenient than I thought.'
Still, he could sense subtly a strange sensation, almost like it was on the verge of exploding.
'Eager little bastard.'
The Direwolf camp had settled into its evening rhythm. The members of the pack moved between their scattered tents and fires that drove the freezing chill away. One would think such a large settlement had existed for hundreds of generations.
However, Cain knew it had existed for no more than a year. The realization made him sweat a bit.
In the near future, who knows what would become of the {Willow Direwolves}.
