Fenrik was forced to turn to a direction every time a rustling sound echoed.
He turned—when the branches behind him swayed, he turned—when the ground beside him was peeled, he turned when a rough breath caressed his neck. No matter how fast he turned Shadow was nowhere to be seen.
It felt like he was fighting something intangible, Shadow's presence merged with the forest.
Other than this chilling feeling that he was being watched, Shadow's presence was hidden.
Slash!
A groan exploded from Fenrik's mouth as his chest bled, he was scratched.
Recovering from his reverie, Mavok came to his aid.
Both of them pushed their backs together, covering their six.
"What happened to Valkis and the rest?"
"I don't know but I'm sure they're fine—the Royal Black Prince's clone is there. I think Shadow is targeting us because we're separated, we need to get out of here. Follow me!"