Ashes fell down on us like rain. Gray and black dust-like particles floated, drifted and descended in a hypnotic pace all around us. “The demons will return again in no time,” I told Magat as Lyana and I followed his trail, running.
“Then make haste,” responded the war chief. “You know I could just kill them again using the power of the gauntlet, I am just unsure if I still have the patience to keep on doing this again and again.”
“Where are you taking us?” asked the huntress as she ran through the shallow river of blood beside me. “Where did you find the source of this blood?”
“In the valley’s entrance.”
I raised an eyebrow. “You mean the mouth of the valley? How come we were not able to see it before?”
“Because we were not looking for it,” replied Magat. “Besides, it can only be see
