CHAPTER 52
Third person’s POV:
The night was still young, the night creatures coming out of their hiding spot while the day creatures hustled for a space to stay the night. The silence of the night reigned supreme but it was suddenly shattered by the sound of marching footsteps that seemed to bounce the earth’s core itself.
There in the vast, spacious land stood an assembly of hunters, marching in a straight file, hundreds of them side by side, heading to the unknown.
The soft, silky strands of the hair, stained with blood—on their heads—were braided down their backs in a traditional hairstyle only done for specific occasions like these.
Their hair, which was the most prominent feature they had, was a shocking mixture of their original hair colour with silver strands. Their irises
