“Where is this beast?” Pyro asked the grieving Karl. The grieving elf lifted his head up to look at the guardian. He has his teary eyes but he wipes it immediately because he felt shame for crying in front of them.
“T- the beast,” he sniffles and he wipes his snot. “Is deep in t- the forest,” he finished his sentence.
“How long has it been there?” Arthur asked.
“Years, we don’t know but I can tell that it is been long that it stays dormant there and it is the main reason why we scouts are formed by the chief, to hunt the monster down,” he answered Arthur’s question.
“So, you are telling me that all these years of hunting you did not saw the monster again?” Arthur asked him again.
“Until now,” Karl added. “The chief has the strong feeling that it might come back for the village and
