Nothing to be seen save the trees, but there was a smell, a strange smell. He called upon Sight and Smell, and his eyes ebbed blue, his nostrils flared. He nocked an arrow and looked around the clearing, at the circle of trees. His right hand was outstretched, his bow had materialised. Dhananjay stood up instantly, having sensed it. `I'm going to kill you, Demon,' he whispered. He abruptly thought of the eaten children and the smile left him.

Wodan was going to grow up a fine lad, better than the both of them. And he loved the books he immersed himself in them all the time. The child did not know fear, father's blood. He hoped Era's familiar would look after him as well as she had promised. He hated her right now he chose to not think about her. First light and he would be off, Era or no Era. It was the sun that caused them to make mistakes, it was the sun he waited for. It was impossible to track a Demon of Shadow by night they left virtually no tracks. The Tantric opened her mouth to say something, but then silently entered the tent instead.Дhananjay made arrows by the fire. As they stepped through the protective circle, Dhananjay urged Era to sleep in the tent. ' They took a moment to pay their respects to the dead, and then made their way back to their camp. Tut it has something to do with the Apocalypse, and it cannot be good.' `All the more reason to end it. `I do not know why an Elder Demon would have a Keeper Piece in its possession,' Era said. `It still carries the Demon's scent,' Dhananjay said. There is something in the books of the Eyeless Ones, a mention. 'Have you heard of the Keeper of Souls? It seems this is one of the fabled Keeper Pieces.' `Why does it say Keeper?' He handed the figurine to Era. His eyes scanned the inscriptions along the thick base: Ekt el ha Vishn us ah Keeper. It was a small figurine, a little man made of metal, the size of his forefinger, but heavy. 'We must reconsider this hunt, my love.' `Why?' `I'm not sure even the both of us can kill an Elder.'Дhananjay did not speak. `I'm going to force-feed the creature its own intestines,' Dhananjay said in a low voice. Whatever it is, it's ancient: And it just became an Elder Demon.' It takes centuries for them to reach the second stage. `Demons have three stages of power,' Era explained. The stomach is too volatile for anything else.' 'Demons go on that kind of a diet when they reach their third stage. He looked at the grass, a dry red, and he mourned the children. Era opened her book and started whispering. 'No one wants a hundred children haunting this forest.'Дhananjay nodded. `I should perform the last rites,' Era said. She smiled briefly, despite the horrific setting, the skulls in the pale light. His sorrow was still there, very much so, but the hunter could always play his part. He was observing the teeth marks on the bones, the loose scale caught in the tree branch, the vile smelling refuse. Scratch, scratch, scratch.Д®ra watched the hunter awaken in her husband. Slowly, his gnarled hand reached out, moving them. He removed her hand delicately and crouched among the bones. She caught the teardrop on a finger, brushed it off his cheek.

'What is it?' She saw a tear glimmer in the moonlight, a single one `They were children, Era,' the man spoke in his voice of stone. The sleeve slipped back, revealing tattoos.Дhananjay,' she whispered. The man, however, did not notice her, not until she kept a gentle hand on his shoulder. The woman crept towards him, dressed in black. On his back was a quiver, one almost full. He wore only a dark dhoti, tied firm around his loins and thighs. His hair was long and wild, his beard overgrown. He was a strong man, with thick arms and a huge torso. It twinkled in the moonlight, but he wasn't looking. Something was buried in the dirt, in between the skulls.

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