After the death of the last blood cultivator, Daniel's friends approached him. "How long do you think we have before the next group arrives?" Asked Edmund with a hoarse voice, dragged down by the tiredness he was feeling.
Daniel did not respond right away, and instead, maintained his pensive state for a few more seconds. He then suddenly turned to look at his companions, and said, "Weeks.. Maybe.." He then quiet down once again. After realizing that his companions had noticed that there was something in his mind, he added, "Killing them might not have been the right choice. The next group will be bigger."
"Did we have a choice?" Asked Nova, confused by Daniel's words.
I am really sorry about the last few days with no updates. I caught a crippling flu that forced me to bed with a fever for four days. I feel good enough to write now, so do no worry about tomorrow's chapter, it will be there, promise!
Thanks for sticking in, and I hope you'll enjoy the chapter.