Chapter 11: Injustice? Unfair?
"Igor, you're here... Where were you all this time?"
Barefoot's rough voice reached him as Igaris hurried toward the group.
"Umm, I was battling an Undead Knight nearby," Igaris answered, keeping his response vague.
"Is it?" Barefoot's eyes narrowed suspiciously.
The hunters were already busy securing the freshly acquired carcasses, binding them tightly to sturdy wooden logs with thick rope. Some worked in pairs, lifting the heavy loads, while others stood guard, weapons drawn, their gazes sweeping the ruins for any lingering threats.
Blaze, who had been overseeing the process, turned to Igaris and gestured toward one of the carcasses. It was a massive boar-like beast, its fur matted with dried blood, its tusks broken. A thick log had been run through its legs to make transportation easier.
"Igor, come here," Blaze ordered, pointing at the log. "Lift it up!"
Igaris didn't complain.
Without hesitation, Igaris crouched low, gripping the rough wood with both hands. His muscles tensed as he heaved the back end of the log onto his shoulder. Opposite him, another hunter did the same, steadying the weight.
"Quick, everyone! We need to move now," Blaze called out, his sharp gaze flickering toward the ruined buildings surrounding them. "The sun won't last forever. We have to reach our hideout before nightfall."
Despite carrying no load himself, Blaze stayed at the rear, his sword still crackling faintly with residual embers from the battle. His role was clear—to guard the group as they retreated.