"These are the young master's guests," Loryn replied smoothly, his raspy voice carrying formal courtesy. "Lord Rhys of Caeloria and Sylph, a mythical spirit. They're here for training themselves, learning about the domain before we begin dungeon expeditions."
Pho's gaze shifted to Rhys, studying him with the intensity of someone evaluating potential prey. "An elf prince. How quaint."
The ice spike retracted back into the ground as smoothly as it had emerged, leaving bare earth that showed no sign of disturbance.
Rhys found his voice, though it came out shakier than he wanted. "Why... why are you training so hard with such a heavy weapon?"
The question seemed to catch Pho's attention. The Deathfrost Demon tilted his head fractionally, blank eyes studying Rhys as if reassessing his initial judgment.
