Chapter 150: Target Of Storm
I stood at the cliff’s edge, my eyes locked on the ever-twisting maze below. From up here, the labyrinth looked endless, like some massive, breathing thing sprawled beneath the sky.
A place stitched together by chaos and madness. Somewhere in that void, Dune and Syras were running.
Beside me, the black-masked wolf, Rehan stood tall, arms crossed.
"They jumped in there?" he asked, voice low behind the obsidian wolf mask.
I nodded silently, clutching my yellow fox mask a little tighter around my face. I didn’t know what to say. What could I say? I saw them leap into that cursed place like it was nothing.
Rehan exhaled through his nose. "Tch. Can’t do anything about it. I’m not risking Faceless’ lives for two damn Whispers. They are probably dead already."
He turned away, already moving. "We hunt again tomorrow."
But before he could take another step, something rustled in the brush, sharp, urgent movement. A masked figure burst from the trees, breathing hard. Blue wolf mask.
"Nevron?" Rehan narrowed his eyes. "Why aren’t you with the team?"
Nevron knelt quickly. "Sir Rehan, we have a problem... A huge problem."
I tensed.