They gathered their things, stuffing their faces with the last of the beast meat before turning toward the pale manor for their farewells.
Their time with Iancu had been short, strange, eerie, and entirely unforgettable.
Kai had met many mutants by now, each with their own strange quirks, philosophies, and powers. Iancu had been no different. The man was a walking ghost, shrouded in mist and mystery. But he had been… real. Authentic. And more importantly, one of the few mutants Kai had met who wasn't actively trying to kill him.
It wasn't friendship exactly - more like mutual respect. But in this sick world, that meant a lot.
"If we're ever back in the region," Sven said, offering a lazy salute. "We'll swing by. Maybe."
"I'll believe it when I see it," Iancu said with a faint smile, standing in the shade of his crumbling manor. His skin looked even paler in the dawn light, and the shadows under his eyes had returned.
