Chapter 137. So It Really Is
How did it come to this...?
Kim Do-Joon blinked in disbelief as he surveyed the open clearing. Almost all of the Mahal Tribe had gathered there, with weapons at their sides and small pouches of provisions hanging from their belts. Only the very young, the elderly, and a handful of villagers were absent to protect the village.
So, they’ve decided to come with me after all.
A mix of annoyance and resignation washed over him. Going alone would’ve been far more convenient. With Sky Thunder, his speed would be unmatched, allowing him to complete the task much faster.
Well, it can’t be helped?
After all, they refused to tell him where the beast was hiding. It wasn’t like he could just capture one of them and torture the information out? The Mahal were firm on sticking together.
Of course, there was the option of sneaking out and searching the forest alone. However, between venturing off solo or leading this whole pack into the hunt—it seemed the latter was slightly more favorable. He didn’t have too many complaints about it.
Besides, there seems to be a deeper story behind all this.
From what Jamel had said, it was clear that the five-horned beast and the Mahal Tribe had a long, bitter history. Over a century, many of their people had been killed by that monster. Therefore, this hunt wasn’t just about survival, but also revenge. And with that, he understood their eagerness to join the hunt.
As Jamel said, this might be our last chance, Fuad mused, scanning the determined faces of his warriors. His eyes briefly flickered to Kim Do-Joon, the outsider standing among them.
The more time passed, the stronger the one-horned beast had become. Now, with five fully grown horns, it was practically the king of this forest. And yet, something even more troubling loomed over them.