Chapter 18: Old woes, Same crisis
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Noctis made his way down the ridge carefully in the early morning on a certain day. It had been a few days since the start of the so called training and the owlings had now started hunting.
In the same vein Noctis too started employing his skills for hunting living prey but owing to his inability to see at night unlike his fellow students he decided it best to get back on his natural circadian cycle.
Fortunately the ridge wasn’t too steep and had some grass and trees growing which helped him descend safely although a little tired.
Taking a moment to gather his breath, Noctis looked towards the vast expanse of blue with towering clouds over the rich fauna in front of him.
From where he stood he could hear the sound of water falling off into a pond continuously.
Taking a deep breath he stretched out his body.
"A great day to hunt. Let’s get it going."
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He didn’t have much chance to scout the forest between running around from the hounds and practicing in the pitch black darkness.
He planned a quick look around the forest floor in the vicinity of the ridge itself.