Chapter 115 To Be Hunted, To Be Heard Two
- “I expected a monster,” a deep callous voice stated coldly above me, dark, seasoned. “Instead I find… a child.”
- I forced my eyes upward to see who.
- The woman standing before me had silver hair pulled into a crown braid, strands of it fluttering like ribbons in the wind. Her skin was earthen-dark and smooth, ageless in a way that made you forget what time meant.