THE GENERAL'S DISGRACED HEIR

With the utmost care, he gently dislodged her from his chest, her soft snores a lullaby in the quiet room. As he sat up, a silent summon escaped his lips, "Luna." A shimmer of darkness materialized at the foot of the bed, coalescing into the sleek form of the human Fenrir. Luna padded softly towards him, her sharp, golden eyes filled with silent inquiry.

Patting the space beside him, he invited her to join him. With graceful fluidity, she settled beside him, her body radiating a comforting warmth. He guided her head onto his lap. Luna, feeling the care and affection of her master, she could sense the beckoning of sleep.

As David began to brush her silver hair with his fingers, her eyes slowly closed, succumbing to the soothing rhythm. He admired her resilience, recognizing that, unlike humans, she likely did not require rest.

His fingers traced gentle patterns in Luna's hair, a rhythmic dance that soothed his mind. Beneath her soft exterior lurked a ferocious predator, capable of dismantling foes far stronger than himself even going toe to toe with a king-stage swordsman. She was his silent guardian, his unseen ally. Gratitude, a warm current, flowed through him.

To have such a creature by his side was a stroke of extraordinary luck.

With careful hands, he lifted Luna and placed her beside Seraphina, their forms a curious juxtaposition of moonlight and starlight. His gaze lingered on the duo, a smile tugging at his lips. "What a pair I have," he mused. Luna, the child of the moon, and Seraphina, the blessed witch. Their paths had converged in his world, a tapestry woven with threads of destiny.

David sat back on the bed, his thoughts turning to Seraphina. Seraphina, a mystery cloaked in beauty, had been marked by a power beyond her understanding. A witch, destined to serve the sovereign of the enchanted veil, she had instead been touched by a different force. The mark of chaos, a symbol of power and destruction, should have been her birthright.

Yet, she carried a different imprint, a blessing shrouded in enigma.

Sighing silently, he resolved to slowly break the ice and unravel the mysteries of her blessing. He would reveal to her the true nature of her gift and guide her in understanding its power. With a determined heart, David knew that their journey together was only beginning.

In-game mechanics, particularly in role-playing games (RPGs) and multiplayer online battle arenas (MOBAs), roles refer to the specific functions or duties that a character or player is expected to perform within a team or game scenario. For example, tanks absorb damage and protect other team members by drawing enemy attention, while healers keep team members alive by restoring their health.

But why was his role tab filled with question marks?

Perhaps he needed to fulfil certain conditions, just like with Frostfang, to unlock his role. David stroked his chin thoughtfully as the night owls sang and the crickets played their nocturnal symphony. The mysteries of this world continued to unravel, one tantalizing clue at a time.