The Valkyrie Returns and Slays (Raven)

Chapter 482

Chapter 482 What Is That?

Just as Hugmuinn was about to slip the folded note into Raven's pocket, the sound of approaching footsteps suddenly echoed through the corridor.

His hand froze mid-motion the moment his peripheral vision caught sight of the figure rounding the corner.

"Lady Valor," came a low, strained voice.

It was Thorian-pale-faced and clearly still injured-walking toward them at an unhurried pace.

His eyes flicked briefly to Hugmuinn's hand, lingering for a fraction of a second before calmly glancing away.

Hugmuinn instantly drew his hand back, as if scorched. The note remained clenched in his fist.

Raven noticed Hugmuinn's subtle, evasive movement but didn't question it-not yet. Instead, she turned her gaze toward Thorian and asked, "You're injured. Why are you out of the hospital?"

A faint, fragile smile touched Thorian's lips. "I heard something happened here. I couldn't rest easy, so I came to check in. I know this area better than Hugmuinn-if there's anything I can assist with, I'm at your disposal."

Raven looked him up and down. Despite the injuries, he still insisted on being of service.

"You're not needed here anymore. Go rest."

didn't offer warmth-just a calm,

turning to Hugmuinn, she said, "Seventy-two hours are almost up. Go to

"Understood," Hugmuinn nodded.

answered, he stole a glance at Thorian's face. Only after confirming there was no reaction-no sign that Thorian had spotted the note-did he

Thorian suddenly spoke again. "Hugmuinn just got to Broson City. He's not familiar with the area yet. I'll go

something out to Raven. He

for a second, then gave a slight

a glance toward

Star God Association operative tasked with

to avoid detection, but so far, the only thing they'd discovered was a single meeting between Thorian and

instincts screamed that Thorian was hiding

he didn't want to talk, no amount

that he was heading off to find Rin, maybe the

thought, Raven made her way

quickly, falling in

Thorian, Thorian gave him a long, sharp look-a silent warning, unmistakable in

growing darker

before-on methods, on loyalty-but he had always considered Thorian a partner. Someone who fought beside him. Someone he could

working with the