Chapter 120 THEIR RETURN
- The journey didn’t take long or much longer. It was smooth. A relief that they had not encountered anybody alongside the way. But during their detour, Devon had remembered having dreams, or nightmares if that would suit it more better. It was something to which she had seen herself, she was on a woods surrounded by an ethereal darkness, whereas the cuckoo’s of owls had only make the eeriness worst. She could hear streams, a splash, but then no footfalls. Footsteps ahead that could have tell her that she isn’t alone.
- Nothing. There’s nothing on that place. What was more scary was the fact that the clouds and the shy are on their vibrant vermillion red. It was a bloody colour, indicating war, of bloodbath as it shed many corpses for the ground to fed. They showered life until none was left. A gruesome scenario. A cruel vivid imagery to how some plead and beg to be spared, because they wanted to live.
- And from beyond, Devon saw something.