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Redmoon was madly dashing forward.
No human should be able to keep up with its speed within the forest. Surely not.
But then...
Crunch!
A tree nearby caved in before exploding to bits. The sound of gunfire belatedly resounded out.
The projectile flew in faster than the sound itself.
Redmoon sucked in a deep breath. It was scared silly now. The beast hurriedly dashed and darted in between the gaps of the trees to use them as natural cover.
It glanced back.
A boy was chasing after the lycan, followed by humans wearing crimson robes and strange masks.
'I can't shake them off!'
As if they were hunting hounds sniffing out the prey's scent, they were proving to be incredibly persistent.
The lycans were the so-called spectres of the forest, and they didn't leave behind any types of traces anywhere. Not just footprints, but also no body odour to speak of, as well.