Kalidor runs down the same path the ruthless werewolf took. It’s easy to see which way the beast went with broken branches and trampled plants leading the way. Not far from the scene of the gruesome fight he comes to a small clearing where he finds the enchanted rope.
He crouches down and takes the braided silver hair into his callused hand and squeezes it tightly. If it were the witches neck, surely he would have killed her.
This is all his own fault, he is the only one to blame. Whether his brother was aware or not, Kalidor knows exactly how many lives he has cut short. It seemed to get easier over the years and became just a part of the job. Who would really miss another useless thug? Surely nobody would have missed him either, until he took his brother under his wing. It was an easi
