Mifune grips his sword, and the old wax burn on his skin answers. A faint light stirs there, then pulses brighter, in time with his heartbeat.
The parchment in his other hand seems to drink warmth from his fingers. The room chills at once, like a winter draft finding a grave.
The Emissary
No... the seal was marked. They can trace him.
He jerks back from the page, face draining of color. The guards glance to him, then to Mifune, as if the danger has just changed shape.
The Emissary
That wax was bait. A hunter's mark. They meant to follow the bearer to whoever hid him.
Outside the open door, night wind spills over the threshold. Inside, the temple's cold seems to settle on every throat, and the dead commander lies where he fell, proof of what his order has already lost.
✓ Quest Accepted
Escape the temple’s tracker
+ New Item Acquired
Parchment