Chapter 59

Inside the thriving Village within the deadly forest of the East. Men and women from all over the Village participated in a duel. Something that they usually do to keep themselves strong, a play-pretend, gladiator-like set-up that the village head thought of.

To maintain a strong community of hunters and huntresses just in case someone or rather, something would make the mistake of taking over their humble home.

“You’re rather distracted today.” Xaphar told him Keith conversationally.

Other than being a bit hard and slightly cool to the touch, it was actually rather comfortable and Keith had to breathe out a sigh of relief as he sank into the chair. He was wounded from the spar he had with Tyrone — the strongest hunter in their nameless village.

Last round before the festival of the Lobo begins. The festival where they celebrate the life given to them by the great Lobo. When the great god breathed life to their people, their ancestors.

He winced slightly as the burn along his arm