Theron hopped back on his horse, kicking its side and moving forward without the input of the others.
In reality, he wasn't very happy right now. He just couldn't show it.
While this was a test, it put him in danger. A wild card like the lieutenant could have killed them at any time.
Although he felt he might be able to deal with a Gold Mancer right now with his father's sword to rely on, that would require a very curated situation, and that situation certainly couldn't be suddenly attacked from the back by one.
Theron shook his head, his mind clearing up and his discontent vanishing. Those thoughts weren't like him.
'I'm growing arrogant…'
Theron looked up through the foliage of the trees, feeling that the rays of the sun were particularly red-tinted today compared to their usual golden hues. It was just an optical illusion, but it still felt so very real.
'I wonder if this is what cultivation does to people…'
