CHAPTER 79
The full moon hung low in the night sky, its light peering through the darkness, piercing through the thick cover of trees like liquid silk. Its ethereal glow was a quiet witness to the atrocity that took place tonight. The gentle howl of the wind and the way the leaves swayed were almost depressing. It was as though the forest mourned.
The twigs crunched under the weight of Marcus' foot as his boot made contact with the ground, his steps were heavy and unsettled, but he moved with quick strides. He did not have time to waste. The blood moon would soon be upon them, and on that night, he should have all the items, or everything would have been in vain.
Marcus returned with a heavy heart and swirling thoughts that plagued his mind. The magician had given him a potion that he
