113: An enemy since the beginning

๐—ฉ๐—ผ๐—น๐˜‚๐—บ๐—ฒ ๐Ÿฐ ๐—˜๐˜ƒ๐—ฒ๐—ฟ๐˜† ๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ฒ ๐˜„๐—ฎ๐—ป๐˜๐˜€ ๐˜๐—ผ ๐—ฏ๐—ฒ ๐—บ๐˜† ๐—ฒ๐—ป๐—ฒ๐—บ๐˜†.

๐—–๐—ต๐—ฎ๐—ฝ๐˜๐—ฒ๐—ฟ ๐Ÿญ๐Ÿญ๐Ÿฏ: ๐—”๐—ป ๐—ฒ๐—ป๐—ฒ๐—บ๐˜† ๐˜€๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ฐ๐—ฒ ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฒ ๐—ฏ๐—ฒ๐—ด๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ด

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.