Chapter 660: Borrowing the Tiger's Might

Enzo Yare strolled out of Dante Easton's tent with an ease that looked almost unreal. Even his steps felt lighter. That weathered face of his, steady as a rock on any other day, could not quite hide the excitement pressing at the corners of his mouth. He tipped his head back to the night sky. Stars scattered like spilled silver. The moon hung bright, and the breeze ran cool and clean. *Good.* He drew in a deep breath, smoothed his robe, clasped his hands behind his back, and ambled toward his...