It has been four years since their encounter with Sylvia Indrath, the white dragon whose life had come to an end at the hands of the Lamb and the Wolf. In those four years, Kindred continued their journey, their footsteps echoing through the ever-changing realms they traversed.

During their travels, they learned many things about the new realm they found themselves in. For one, the land was called Dicathen, with it being separated into four distinct regions: the Elven Kingdom of Elenoir in the north, the Human Kingdom of Sapin in the west, the Dwarven Kingdom of Darv in the south, and the unexplored Beast Glades to the east.

One day, Lamb walked through the bustling streets of Xyrus City, one of the central cities of the Human Kingdom of Sapin. The city was alive with activity, filled with merchants peddling their wares, artisans displaying their craftsmanship, and people going about their daily lives.

Wolf was nowhere to be seen, as he often ventured off on his own to hunt those who ran away from death, seeking the thrill of the chase. On the other hand, Lamb preferred the quiet solitude of observing the ebb and flow of life, the stories unfolding in every corner of the realm.

Lamb strolled through the city with her usual serenity, her footsteps barely making a sound against the cobblestone streets. She reached a small tavern and stepped inside, greeted by the warm, dimly lit atmosphere. The air was thick with the scent of ale and the murmur of conversation.

As Lamb entered, the tavern fell into a momentary silence, the patrons pausing their conversations to glance at the enigmatic figure with purple hair and a mask. But soon enough, they resumed their activities, curiosity fleeting as they returned to their drinks and companions.

Lamb found an empty table tucked away in a corner, a solitary spot where she could observe without drawing too much attention. She sat down, her mask glinting softly in the dim light, and surveyed the lively scene before her.

Amidst the chatter and laughter, Lamb's attention was drawn to a group of adventurers gathered at a nearby table. Their armor and weapons hinted at the dangerous lives they led, while their boisterous conversation filled the tavern with energy.

"Hey," one of the adventurers called out, gaining the attention of his companions. "Did you guys hear about the Whitejaw?"

"Ye talkin' bout the rumor about some kind o' gigantic beast that there finishes off dyin' men?" another adventurer chimed in, his voice filled with intrigue.

"Aye, that's the one!" the first adventurer confirmed. "They say it's some sort of divine creature, appearing when someone's time is up, ready to take 'em to the other side."

'They must be talking Wolf based on the descriptions,' Lamb thought to herself, her gaze fixed on the adventurers. She listened intently, curious to hear more about the rumors surrounding her eternal companion.

"Ya think it's real?" a third adventurer asked, skepticism lacing his voice.

"Who knows?" the first adventurer replied, taking a sip of his drink. "But I've heard tales from those who claim to have encountered it. They say it's accompanied by a woman, although there isn't much known about her. Even her appearance remains shrouded in mystery."

Lamb's interest piqued at the mention of a woman accompanying the Whitejaw. She knew they were referring to her, the enigmatic figure who walked alongside the wolf. It was rare for mortals to catch glimpses of her, as most choose to run away from death, driven by fear or the desire to cling to life.

"According to the tales, if you encounter the Whitejaw and its companion, it means your time has come," the first adventurer continued. "They give you a choice: to fight for your life or embrace your end. But be warned, those who choose to fight... well, let's just say it doesn't end well for them."

"Hold on," the third adventurer interjected, his brow furrowed. "If this Whitejaw and its companion are here to guide souls to the afterlife, then how come people know about it? Shouldn't those who encounter them... well, not be able to share their stories?"

The adventurers exchanged thoughtful glances, considering the question.

"True, true," the first adventurer said. "The ones who spread the tales are usually the people who were with the dying individuals when the encounter happened. They witnessed the presence of the Whitejaw and its companion, but they themselves were not the ones marked for death. It's as if they were given a glimpse into the realm of the eternal hunters and allowed to carry the stories back to the living."

"Sheesh, that's some heavy stuff," the third adventurer remarked, shaking his head. "I don't know about you, but I'd rather not come face to face with the Whitejaw and that mysterious woman."

The conversation gradually shifted to other topics, and Lamb continued to sit in the corner of the tavern, her attention drifting away from the adventurers' discussion.

"What may I get you, miss?" a soft voice interrupted Lamb's thoughts, bringing her attention back to her surroundings. She looked up to see a tavern server standing beside her table, a warm smile on their face.

Lamb's voice was serene as she replied, "Just water, please."

The server nodded and went off to fulfill her request. As Lamb waited, her mind wandered, contemplating the stories she had just heard. The rumors and speculations surrounding her and Wolf intrigued her, for they held glimpses of mortal perceptions of their existence.

The server returned with a glass of water, placing it gently in front of Lamb. "Here you go, miss. Is there anything else I can get you?"

"No, thank you," Lamb replied, her tone gentle. She reached into the pocket of her white baggy pants, materializing a single gold coin and placed it on the table. "Keep the change."

The server's eyes widened in surprise, but they quickly regained their composure, giving a grateful nod. "Thank you, miss. If you need anything else, don't hesitate to ask."

Lamb nodded in acknowledgment, her attention once again drawn to the bustling tavern. She slightly lifted her white mask, revealing only her lips as she took a sip of water. The cool liquid refreshed her, and she resumed her silent observation of the mortal realm.

She then left the tavern, stepping back into the lively streets of Xyrus City. She passed by merchants hawking their goods, street performers captivating the attention of passersby, and children playing in the square.

She then found herself in front of a small hospital nestled amidst the bustling city. Lamb's steps were purposeful as she entered the building, her presence evoking a sense of calm and serenity.

Inside, she walked past the wards filled with patients, their faces reflecting a myriad of emotions. Some were filled with hope, while others displayed fear and resignation. Lamb approached a bed where an elderly man lay, his frail form covered by a thin blanket.

The man looked up as Lamb approached, his eyes filled with acceptance and a sense of peace. "Is it finally my time?" he asked, his voice weak but filled with resolve.

Lamb nodded gently, her expressionless mask giving no hint of emotion. "Treasure your final moments, Edward Greystone, for our mark has come for you."

The Mark of the Kindred appeared above Edward's head, glowing softly. It transformed from a yellow sun to a dark moon. Edward closed his eyes, a serene smile forming on his lips.

"I have lived a long and fulfilling life," Edward whispered, his voice barely audible. "Take my soul to its final rest, Death."

Lamb pulled the string of her bow, an arrow materializing on the string. With a steady aim, she released the arrow, and it flew true, piercing Edward's heart. As the arrow found its mark, Edward's body relaxed, his breaths becoming shallow until they ceased entirely.

Lamb stood by Edward's side, her hand gently resting on his forehead. With a faint glow, a yellow flower bloomed at the exact spot where her hand had touched, a solemn tribute to the life that had ended.

"Our mark is lifted," Lamb whispered, her voice carrying a sense of finality.

Before Lamb could turn away from the lifeless body, a strong gust of wind with killing intent flew towards lamb. Yet the gust only phased through Lamb's ethereal form, having no effect on her. She turned to see the source of the attack, her gaze steady and calm.

Standing a few feet away was a tall woman with gray hair and brown eyes. She wore purple robes and a hat the size of a traffic cone.

"I didn't expect to see murder in broad daylight," the woman said, her voice filled with anger. "But here you are, killing helpless innocents with little to no remorse."

"Cynthia Goodsky," Lamb spoke, her voice calm and composed. "Your time has not yet come. Do not interfere with the natural order of death."

As she said that, wind began to swirl around Lamb, obstructing her from Cynthia's view. When the wind subsided, Cynthia found herself standing with only the dead corpse of Edward Greystone before her. Lamb had vanished, leaving no trace of her presence.

"Damn it! Who was that? What just happened?" Cynthia muttered to herself, bewildered by the sudden turn of events. She stood there for a moment, trying to gather her thoughts.

Unbeknownst to Cynthia, Lamb had teleported to Wolf's location, where he was currently gnawing on the bones of a fallen deer in the outskirts of the city. His yellow eyes gleamed with a mischievous glint as he tore into his meal.

"Lamb!" Wolf exclaimed, his voice muffled by the meat in his mouth. "You've returned! Did you witness any thrilling deaths in the city?"

Lamb approached Wolf, her mask concealing any hint of emotion. "Yes, dear Wolf. There was a soul ready to depart, Edward Greystone. His life had reached its conclusion."

Wolf's excitement faltered momentarily as he finished chewing on the deer bone. "Ah, another peaceful passing then. I thought it would be a chase!"

"If it was, you would've been there, dear Wolf," Lamb replied, her voice serene.

Wolf let out a huff, his disappointment evident in his demeanor. "Well, I hope the next one offers more excitement!"

"Patience, dear Wolf," Lamb said, her tone soothing. "Their death will reveal themselves in due time. Until then, let us continue our journey."