Capítulo 84: Carving Of Repentance

Riding his Midnight-black steed below the valley where he knew the burnt down establishment resided, Ivan was fortunate enough to have a good recollective memory, which in turn, made it easier for him to locate the landscape without any confusion on the way. While he rode his powerful steed to get to the perpetual valley, his racing heart kept beating in certain tempos that had never happened before, as if he could sense his Little Lamb would be facing the doors of death if he didn't find her soon.

He could feel it, his uneasiness heightening, and that only fueled his drive to find her as soon as possible as he urged his horse to go faster. After several minutes of searching that felt like eternity in his eyes, he stopped his horse so he could have a quick survey of the perimeters.

Pulling off the hoodie of his black cloak that seamlessly blended with the night, his crimson eyes darted back and forth.

"Where is she?"