The stars and moon were sparse. Cast upon the forest, they created eerie and horrifying shadows.
The night should have been when wild beasts roamed, yet it was utterly silent. Not only were there no animal noises, but even the usual chirping of insects seemed to have vanished completely.
Came out too late, damn it!
Yao Chang held a torch, his face occasionally showing fear as he looked at the grotesque shadows around him.
Behind him was a basket strapped to his back.
A furry tail dangled limply out of the basket, indicating a good haul for the day.
Although Yao Chang was a hunter of this generation who often ventured into the mountains, the night was still fraught with immense danger, even for experienced hunters. Especially when he recalled some recent rumors, an uncontrollable trembling seized his heart.
