Warlocks

Chapter 3 - Hunting

Ten Minutes Earlier

The illumination of the two pale moons traveled through the forest, as it chased away the darkness as best as it could, and under the bright moonlights, a man dressed in a greyish-black battle armour, swiftly made his way through the tall trees, as snowflakes and fallen leaves were crunched under his boots leaving behind deep prints in the snow while producing a scraunching sound, disturbing the silence of the forest.

His hair was completely white as they were parked into a bun, his skin was a bit pale as they complemented his stoic face, drawing from his left brow and all the way to his cheek was a feint red thin scar.

His breastplate was glossy and polished. though there were a few scratched marks at its side, each one telling a different story.

Hanging from his back was a longsword sheathed in a black leather scabbard.

The armoured man slowly walked through the quiet woods as he scrutinized his surrounding, his black pupil occasionally darted from side to side, while vigilantly scanning through the shadow covered trees.

Although it was night and most parts of the forest were dark, the man didn't have any problem seeing through them, unlike most humans who would have been in need of a torch to lighten up their surroundings.

And even if he would have loved to lighten up the dark, he wouldn't have used a torch, which would have easily exposed his location to monsters and creatures that lived in the forest and that included humans.

"It couldn't have gotten so far" He said out loud extremely sure of his assumption, with his current appearance It was quite obvious he had just been involved in a recent battle, and was currently chasing whatever had escaped from his grasp.

After walking for a few minutes the man suddenly stops besides one of the forest tree, he stood still for a while staring at a claw scratch that was engraved at the bark of the tree

The scratch was quite deep and extremely rough, leaving behind four slashes, each one deeper than the first.

The man quickly used his hands to feel the surface of the scratch, while at the same time keeping vigilance of his surrounding.

“Still fresh” he muttered out, before looking around for any more clue that could shed a light to his observation but after a quick search he still couldn't come up with anything helpful.

'How the fuck did i find myself in this kind of situation' He thought aggressively as he stood back up, and made his way deeper into the dark forest.

This wasn't the first time Eurys was tasked with tracking down a creature, but this was the first time it had given him much trouble than needed.

If only he had denied the request of hunting down a Duskstalker he wouldn't have stressed himself this much.

Though he wasn't held by any contract, Eurys still pushed on searching for the creature. And even if he wanted to leave, he couldn't just back out now, not when he had boast about bringing back the creature alive.

And maybe that was the problem, bringing back creatures alive wasn't really his job, yet he had taken up the request without a second thought but at least he knew he was just returning a favour to a friend.

And the main reason he was even hunting for the creature was a result of his ego if only he wasn't that prideful, the creature wouldn't have been able to slip from his grasp when they fought the first time.

At least that was what he thought, although he wasn't the strongest when it came to ranking of power, he couldn't help but still be elated of the fact that he was often mentioned to be amongst the top strongest Warlocks, back at the Academy.