Chapter 38

The room seemed to hold its collective breath as Thorian's ominous words hung in the air, his departure leaving behind a palpable tension. Rolf, still shaken by the sudden intensity of the confrontation, struggled to catch his breath.

Wulfric, Nash, Lukas, and Draven exchanged glances, their eyes reflecting a mixture of surprise and concern. It was rare to witness such a heated exchange between Thorian and Rolf, especially in their close-knit group.

Nash was the first to break the silence, his voice laden with a hint of uncertainty. "What just happened?" he asked, his gaze darting between Rolf and the spot where Thorian had exited.

Rolf, still recovering from Thorian's grip, managed to find his voice. "I have no idea," he muttered, rubbing his neck where Thorian's fingers had briefly tightened.

Lukas, the voice of reason in the group, spoke up with a thoughtful expression. "There's something going on with Thorian," he observed, his brow furrowing in concern. "He's been acting strangel