Chapter 49: The Husband Hunt (4)
The dark forest was eerily silent.
The silent forest was eerily dark.
The sky was like a handful of coarse salt scattered across a black carpet, but not a single ray of its countless stars could penetrate the dense canopy of vines, roots, and leaves to reach the bottom of this watery mess.
Not a single grasshopper whined around him.
Crackle, crackle, crackle.
The eerie sound of faint embers gnawing at the firewood.
"...."
Morg Camus. She was bound and gagged, glaring at the barbarians of Balak.
With her powers of observation and memorization, she had been able to pick up some of the names and ranks of her attackers while being dragged here.
Beyond the faint warmth and light of the campfire, she could see the silhouettes of the barbarians.
The supposed leader is a girl of about seventeen.