The man leading the bow-wielding tribe was someone Martin would never forget—
that twisted, cold-eyed brute who’d once hunted him down like an animal.
The perverted man.
If the mad woman hadn’t appeared back then, Martin would’ve been dead under his arrows.
Now it all made sense.
The mad woman… she wasn’t just a lone wanderer.
She was one of them.
If that man was a savage, then she must be one too.
So that’s why she disappeared, Martin realized. She went back—with him.
His eyes scanned the ranks of the archers, heart pounding. Was she here too?
But after searching every face, he saw no sign of her.
Before he could think further—
Swoosh! Swoosh!
The air filled with sharp, whistling sounds. The archers had released their volley.
Thud! Thud! Thud!
Screams erupted as a storm of
