Prologue (2/2)

“Is it a snow wolf?” One person asked in a low voice. During wintertime, the snow wolves would often attack in packs, looting food, and storing it for winter.

“……” Tarta didn’t speak, and the look on his face became more serious, he stood up, prepared his bow, reached into the quiver on his back, and slowly notched an arrow onto the bowstring. The other four people also took out their weapons, and formed themselves into a fan shape, with their backs to the stone wall, facing the direction that the sound came from.

From the ashen-white trees, two points of scarlet light appeared, the air became even more chillingly cold, and the fire suddenly dimmed.

Tarta took a deep breath in nervousness, it was as if there was an icy hand gripping his chest, making his heart skip a few beats.

That was a pair of blood-red eyes, belonging to a wolf…… But Tarta’s never seen such a large wolf before, it’s even bigger than a horse……

The red eyes shone in the forest for a bit, then suddenly disappeared without warning.

Everyone’s palms were sweating, and they all kept staring into the forest for a long, long time, before they finally let their breaths go. They finally relaxed from a state of tension, and let go of their weapons.

Tarta was just about to discuss with his comrades about what they just saw, when he turned around and suddenly saw someone standing behind them without having made a sound almost like a ghost.

“Al……Allen?” One ranger started talking loudly. “Hey brat, where’ve you been for so long! Also, how come you’re returning empty-handed!?” As he said so, he reached out his hand, and was about to put it on Allen’s shoulder.

“Get back!!” Tarta felt that something wasn’t right, and immediately shouted a warning.

The ranger’s hand froze in midair, then he doubtfully stepped back a few steps.

The young Allen was standing there limpless and motionlessly.

“Allen? What’s happened?” Tarta asked in a heavy voice.

Allen slowly raised his head, his eyes were empty, and his handsome face seemed lifeless, as if his soul wasn’t even there anymore, and he was only an empty sh.e.l.l.

“Blood moon…… everyone…… is dead……” Allen’s lips were turning pale, and he muttered an incomplete sentence, before he suddenly collapsed.

Everyone was shocked, and they surrounded him quickly, someone checked to see if he was still breathing while another person checked his pulse.

“He’s dead……” The person who checked his pulse said in a heavy voice, and raised his head to look at Tarta.

Chills ran down Tarta’s spine, and all the rangers’ expressions darkened.

Suddenly, that ranger discovered something else.

“It seems like he’s holding on to something……” As he said so, he pried something out of the cold, frozen fingers. Allen had been holding on to a black stone about the size of an egg. He handed the stone to Tarta.

Tarta examined the stone in his hands, and felt it all over with his fingertips. The stone was cold, smooth, and hard, and there was something engraved on it as well. It was too dark to see it clearly, but feeling it, it seems to be a u-shaped curve, with sharp edges and pointed at both ends, a bit wider in the middle…… it’s a crescent.

Tarta was just about to say something to the rangers, when a gruesome scene suddenly left the words stuck in his throat. Allen suddenly opened his eyes and sat up……

His eye sockets were already filled with stagnant water, and his eyes were just like dead fish that would rise up to the top of a lake, completely waxen white. He slowly rotated his neck completely, and looked at all five people in front of him……

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