He'd finally cornered the sneaky little rat. Chasing bony shadows through the glittering streets and dank alleys of Ladonia, alike, Freyd had followed the small skeletal figure across half of Aincrad by now. Every time his tracking skills felt like they were finally starting to get a proper bead on him, something would shift and he'd lose the trail again. It was as if Cardinal itself was protection one of its more sensitive agents, keeping him just far enough off the radar to tease and tortur
Stepping on the hilt to prevent any last minute hijinks, Freyd reached down and pulled the blade out, watching as it dematerialized in his hands. That could only mean one thing. Turning the woman over revealed Nhiks not as a were-rat, but as the human woman she had one been, a growing pulpy red mass staining her blouse and surcoat. A brass medallion fell loose as he did so, bearing the crest of the Galtean navy, now badly worn by shame and defeat, then wracked by an obsession for vengeance.