๐ฉ๐ผ๐น๐๐บ๐ฒ ๐ฐ ๐๐๐ฒ๐ฟ๐ ๐ผ๐ป๐ฒ ๐๐ฎ๐ป๐๐ ๐๐ผ ๐ฏ๐ฒ ๐บ๐ ๐ฒ๐ป๐ฒ๐บ๐.
๐๐ต๐ฎ๐ฝ๐๐ฒ๐ฟ ๐ญ๐ญ๐ฏ: ๐๐ป ๐ฒ๐ป๐ฒ๐บ๐ ๐๐ถ๐ป๐ฐ๐ฒ ๐๐ต๐ฒ ๐ฏ๐ฒ๐ด๐ถ๐ป๐ถ๐ป๐ด
The crunching of boots echoed the entire vicinity alerting those that could hear.
It was the sound of others drawing near.
All of a sudden all the footsteps stopped and the figures revealed. There young hunters all in uniform of the Western Kingdom.
The knelt on the rocky flooring bowing their heads down to the man in front.
That man was Vindacurve.
He had called them to attend to this mission dearly.
Whatever could make him call in the Monocules had to be serious.
Vindacurve stared into the distant night skies lighting up for a while taking in the moment.
He wouldn't have resorted to this if the news weren't fire.