Luzia weaved through the dense forest, her steps careful but quick. The eerie glow of silver lanterns overhead cast long, shifting shadows, making the phantom beasts even harder to track.
She had only taken down six so far.
Her grip on the pistol tightened. The cold energy she had felt when choosing it still pulsed faintly against her palm, as though the weapon was watching, waiting to see what she would do next.
This is bad and shocking at the same time.
Ignacio was already at twenty-five. So was Crisanto. Even Isidro had reached twenty. Meanwhile, she was lagging behind—far behind.
No. Luzia inhaled sharply, shaking off the unease. I can't afford to hesitate.
A rustle to her left. ' How do I know how to use a gun? I dont remember ever learning how to use my guns in my previous lives!'
