They say every strategy falls apart once you're face to face with the enemy.
But even knowing that, the trio had stepped forward.
Their target was still nowhere in sight, hidden somewhere behind the mist — thicker here than in almost any other part of the cemetery, except maybe the zone guarded by the Warden himself.
The creature they were tracking was said to resemble a giant buffalo. They had only caught a glimpse of it once, briefly, when it had left its den to graze near a stagnant little pond, not far from where they stood now.
The area was crawling with bamboo.
Each time the beast moved, nothing could be seen.
But they could hear.
The stalks brushing against its bulk, the muffled scrapes, and then, occasionally, the sharp snap of a bamboo stalk crushed under immense pressure. Dylan could distinguish the unique sound of horns splitting trunks on their way through.
The whole scene felt quiet.
On the surface, at least.
But that wasn't enough to fool their instincts.
