Time of decision

For quite some time now an arousing question had lingered on Timber’s head. He was skeptical about his motifs. What could be so important that I must leave behind rather than helping his comrades take him on, knowing he's already in his tracks?

He only understood his motives so little yet even his skin makes him tingle.

All will be cleared soon.

A white beam shoots out from the pyramid towards the sky.

“What the-?” The occurrence was the least he expect the most. His eyes went big as the bright light remains rampant. “What the hell did you do this time?”

Grinning like a child, Hannibal replied to him with eerie, chilling words. “I’ve liberated them.”

“What do you mean by liberating?” he asked, glaring at Hannibal.

Abel had smiled. Misfortune already fell the hunter.

“What did you do?!”