After nearly thirty minutes of nonstop sprinting, leaping over rooftops like a deranged parkour monkey, I finally made it to the base of the hill where the castle stood. Well, not the castle itself—just the massive fortified entrance. The entire hill was encircled by thick, towering stone walls, and I stood at their base, catching my breath under the suspicious glares of the werewolf guards.
They didn't look too thrilled to see me—arms crossed, claws twitching, and eyes locked onto me like I was a stray mutt trying to sneak into a palace. Obviously, I couldn't just stroll in like I owned the place, so I had already called in some help. Or rather, I messaged Rodolf to drag his royal ass over and vouch for me.
I waited impatiently, glancing up at the ramparts. And right on cue, a familiar voice drifted down.
"Back on Earth, you were never late... unless you were with Ephera."
