Thunderous footsteps echoed on the ground, the sounds filtering and spreading across the night's chilly air.
The sky was dark— a canvas of abyss with no light in sight.
There were no stars that twinkled and lit up the night sky, just like the sense of dread that settled on the mediators' stomachs as they ran towards the hunter guild.
"Hurry!" Zaque grunted out, propelling his foot forward and pushing himself past his limit.
He was a noble, a son of a Baron who was foolish enough to rack a debt and had his title seized by Baroness Hughes— a fool who sold his own son to the Baroness' daughter.
He was noble so he had no reason to run, except for now.
Out of the five mediators who were running through the chilling air of the night, Zaque was the only one who was struggling to keep his pace up to par with others.
He didn't care though, all that matters was to see if Coco was safe inside the guild.
BANG!
