Chapter 253: A whispering shadow

With Xander leading the way, Master Arwin followed with cautious steps. The snow here was only ankle-deep, but the trail was littered with broken branches and dry pinecones and one had to be extra careful about stepping on the sharp stones embedded in the white carpet.

The dim green light from the lantern kept growing brighter as Xander closed the distance. He still couldn't see the arm that was holding the rusty black chain, but he could faintly make out a shadowy silhouette amidst the foggy haze.

"Get out of my way if you don't want me to put a bullet in your head." Xander pulled out his revolver and pointed it at the cloudy figure robed in black. 

The cultists who worshipped Shamura always wore red and the one holding the lantern didn't seem too eager to start a fight, so Xander took his time observing the man from a distance.