He tapped the shadow mark that is on his right hand, the symbol of the cruel contract every hunter wore the kill-switch activated remotely if they failed to complete the mission.
"So…" Erin smirked and started walking. "I'll be going ahead. Try not to die, yeah?"
Without waiting for a reply, he strode into the darkness, his steps echoing faintly. Arrogant. Confident. Alone.
But not for long.
One by one, the other hunters followed, their footsteps hesitant, weapons drawn, eyes darting in every direction. Their silence spoke volumes none of them trusted Erin, but none wanted to stay behind either.
The cave beckoned them all.
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Devin turned to Lolicia, who had finally risen to her feet. Though her leg had been mostly healed, her movements were still stiff, her breathing uneven. Yet her gaze was steady.
"You good to move?" Devin asked, his tone gentle.
