Chapter 86

This scene is something came to mind as the young man slowly look up. The hole is no way of deep but he seems nothing but a bug down there.

“Hunter,” he murmured, “am I called Hunter?”

The young man couldn't more explain the matter. He is a hunter, and that is perhaps someone called him that way. But he don't seem to be certain and is conflicted as his eyes pierce to the going on outthere.

“It doesn't matter who I am at the old,” he said as he push away the thought and reveal the slight relief in his face. “I am who I am today,; and the hunters is my home!”

The far distance of a fragment is something conflicted to him. He saw the people come and go and is never stay in one place. New faces is what filled the city every night, and the day is not even to the all. The truest is what appear at the dark, and the visible at daylight is nothing but an add ons to confussion.

“The reality is in the present,” he thought and begun the climbing. He gives a last glance to the freezing vortex befor