Hunt 5

'Haah, when is he coming back, i thought he was close watching, did he ran off somewhere else?' Yenna thought, leaning against a tree while throw a core up in the air multiple times. She caught it with a soft thunk in her palm, her gaze drifting to the mangled remains of the hounds she had just dispatched. A sigh escaped her lips. This new power was exhilarating, intoxicating even, but it was also... lonely. She missed the reassuring presence of Vell, the silent promise of his protection.

'I hope he didn't get himself into trouble,' she mused, a hint of worry creeping into her thoughts. She tossed the core up again, higher this time, tracking its arc with a practiced eye. It was a small, blue stone, pulsating faintly with residual corrupted mana.