The Shepherdapos;s C

The old sprite stood nearly two meters tall, its hands behind its back like a ghostly silhouette of deadwood against the moon. Its straight and rigid spine, as solid as a pine, radiated immense power.,The black wrought iron gate, adorned only with understated thorn patterns...didn't look like the entrance to a prestigious household.,The sun was slanting, the evening breeze had died down. Hayna felt a vague sense that something intangible was shrouding this area, altering the atmosphere of the manor.。