LOGINVane spat a glob of thick, dark phlegm into the slush at his feet, his gaze flickering from Aiden’s glowing, ice-rimmed eyes to the boy hiding behind the heavy wool of Aiden’s coat. "An example, a trophy, a warning—it’s all the same to the Silver Moon council," Vane said, his voice dropping to a gravelly, conspiratorial whisper. "They don't care if you live or die, Aiden. They care about the narrative. They want to show the frontier provinces that even a man who can turn his own life-force into an icy executioner’s blade is just another piece of meat for the grinder."Aiden felt the frost crawling further across his cheek, a sensation like thousands of microscopic spiders spinning glass webs over his skin. He tightened his grip on his own forearm, trying to stifle the tremors. "I’m not a piece of meat. And I’m certainly not a puppet for their propaganda machine."Vane laughed, though it lacked any genuine mirth. It was the sound of a man who had seen too many good soldiers buried in
"A dangerous stance for a man with such a high price on his head," Vane said, his voice dropping an octave, losing its playful, drunken edge. The air between them seemed to thicken, heavy with the scent of pine needles and the metallic tang of impending violence. Aiden adjusted his stance, his boots crunching into the frozen mud. "Your stance is one of a veteran, not a scavenger. You aren't here for the bounty, are you?"Vane rolled his shoulders, the leather of his surcoat creaking in the silence. "Bounties are for amateurs who like to chase ghosts. I’m here because the Silver Moon is cleaning house, and you, my frosty friend, are currently at the top of their list for structural renovations.""Structural renovations?" Ignis muttered, peering around Aiden’s hip. "Does he mean they want to kill us, Papa?""That’s exactly what he means, Ignis," Aiden replied, his eyes never leaving the ex-Captain’s hands. "But they don't want to kill us in the dark. They want to make an example."Vane
Vane chuckled, a dry, raspy sound that seemed to rattle in his chest like loose pebbles. He lowered the flask, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "Scavenger? A bit harsh, little one. I prefer the term 'opportunity manager.' And for the record, the sulfur is from the mines down in the basin. You can't spend a week in the Lowlands without picking up the stench of the pits."Aiden felt the frost tighten around his throat, a cold, constricting band that made breathing a conscious, painful effort. He didn't drop his hand. "You’re stalling. If you were with the scouts, you’d have called for backup already. If you were a bounty hunter, you’d have swung that blade by now. Speak, Vane, or I start by removing your ability to hold that bottle."Vane sighed, pushing off the rotting pillar. He didn't reach for his sword, but his posture shifted, losing the casual slouch and tightening into something far more dangerous. It was the stance of a man who had fought in a hundred skirmishes and lived to
"Name’s Vane. Disgraced Captain, third-class, currently unemployed, and significantly underpaid for the privilege of standing in a blizzard to hunt a man who turns his own blood into a murder weapon," the man said, leaning his shoulder against a rotting pillar. He didn't draw his sword. Instead, he reached into his tunic and pulled out a dented, rusted flask, taking a long, deliberate pull.Aiden didn't blink. The frost crawling up his neck was beginning to reach his jawline, a dull, rhythmic throb of agony that felt like needles piercing his skull. "If you’re looking for a reward, Vane, you’re looking in the wrong place. I have nothing to give you but a shallow grave."Ignis shifted behind Aiden, his small, calloused hand gripping the back of Aiden’s coat. The boy’s breathing was sharp, rhythmic, and perfectly coordinated with Aiden’s own. "He smells like sulfur, Papa," Ignis whispered, his eyes fixed on Vane’s boots. "And old grease. He’s not a scout. He’s a scavenger."Vane chuckle
"Stay behind me, Ignis," Aiden hissed, his voice fracturing like thinning ice. A shadow detached itself from the gloom of the tavern’s archway. It wasn't a monster or a beast, but a man. He moved with a practiced, lethargic grace, his hand resting casually on the hilt of a curved blade. He wore the tattered remnants of a Silver Moon commander’s surcoat, the silver thread dulled by decades of grime."You’re a hard man to track, Obsidian," the stranger drawled, stepping into the dim, grey light of the mountain pass. "The bounty on your head is high, but the cost of the hike up here? That’s an insult to my boots."Aiden didn't lower his guard. The air around his right hand shimmered, the temperature plummeting until the moisture in the air turned into jagged shards of snow. "Who are you? And why are you wasting your breath?"The stranger smirked, a jagged, mirthless expression that didn't reach his tired, cynical eyes. "Name’s Vane. Disgraced Captain, third-class, currently unemployed a
"I smell the iron already," Ignis muttered, his eyes narrowing toward the shadows beneath the eaves of the collapsing tavern. "But it isn't just copper. There’s something else. Something sour, like rot beneath a floorboard."Aiden didn't move. He kept his gaze fixed on the threshold of the inn, his senses stretched to their absolute, painful limit. Every nerve in his body felt like a live wire dipped in liquid nitrogen. "Stay behind me. If that scent gets stronger, I want you to head for the tree line behind the shed. Don't look back, and don't stop until you reach the gorge.""I'm not leaving you to face them alone," Ignis hissed, his voice dropping into a register that sounded far too deep for his small frame. "I can pull the heat from the air, Papa. I can make them freeze just like you do.""You are a child, Ignis, not a weapon," Aiden growled, though the ice creeping up his own throat made the words sound like grinding gravel. "Do as I say."A shadow detached itself from the gloom







