Chapter 48

• The sun had just set, and the trees jigged in the air along with the cool evening current.
• Birds migrated or dashed back to their warm nests, animals taking shelter for the night to come but all these never mattered in a certain part of the forest where the road cuts through.
• Sometimes, one could pick up sounds of dying cries, cries of combat, and ripping of skins like fabric, and if you didn't listen well enough you would miss the sound of blood gushing out like water.