C52 Three Skills

"Little Rinn, this is where we part ways."

Dawn's first light spilled over the outskirts of the Dark Moor, infusing the air with a delightful fragrance.

Taylor waved farewell to Rinn, who couldn't hide his sense of loss.

Initially, due to sleepless nights and relentless toil, Rinn's fondness for Taylor was virtually non-existent.

But now