Scar's golden eyes gleamed as he gazed down at Hannah, the hint of a smirk on his lips. "Why don't we take a run, Hannah?" he suggested, his voice low and full of unspoken promises.
Hannah hesitated, her mind racing back to the danger lurking outside. "But… what about the hunters? They're out there, patrolling the woods," she said, her voice laced with concern. She couldn’t shake the memory of the recent threats. Running into the woods seemed like asking for trouble.
Scar chuckled, a deep, almost sinister sound, his amusement clear. "Hunters?" he echoed, his tone dripping with disdain. "Leave those ants to me." He stepped closer, his towering form emanating a confidence that was as intoxicating as it was terrifying. "Do you really think they can stand against me?" he asked, a challengin
