Chapitre 170: Chapter 167: The Setting Sun Glows Red

Round black pupils contracted to a fine line, faint light flitting within, reflecting the image of a goose.

Curling claws gripped the rock firmly, the predator looked down from its high perch at its prey.

The wild geese, never having lived in the wild, had no sense of vigilance and were oblivious to the impending danger, continuing to stroll leisurely in the snow-covered grass.

In the middle of the lake, Étienne was having a great time chatting with his online friends, just about to spill some embarrassing anecdotes about Elvan, when out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of something moving on the boulder.

It seemed... as if something big was shifting about on top?

"What is that...?"

Étienne looked up through the dense shade of the trees, where the sunlight, broken by branches and leaves, dappled and scattered, fell on hair as clear as snow.