He desperately dashed through dark streets of the Town of Hailzard trying his best to flee. However, I was hard on its tail and the barrier around the town prevented him from escaping. All the manholes were covered, so there was no chance that he could hide in the sewers. The Drakeer was delirious with fear, with no place to hide or escape. I was still in his pursuit and each second I got closer and closer to him. The Drakeer dashed through the dark streets. As I came close enough to take a shot, I aimed and fired at him. However, the Drakeer sheered and took the turn at the street. The Drakeer somersaulted his body using one of the signs outside a shop and landed on top of the roof. From there he leaped from one roof to another, getting as far from me as possible.
However, I refused to give up. From his pace I came to realise that the Drakeer was starting to tire himself out. I rode through streets keeping an eye on his movements. We were coming close to the town's outskirts, where the local guards were standing with torches in their hands. Drakeers could not stand fire, so there was no way he could go any further. I knew that the Drakeer had to change the course of his motion. So I rode ahead and went to the other side of the town. As the Drakeer reached the border of the town, he realised that he could not escape. The guards spotted him and started shooting at him.
The Drakeer dodged their arrows and came down from the roof. He started running under the shadows of the street. With his movements as silent as the grave, he managed to get away from the guards. But little did he knew that I was waiting for him. The Drakeer slowly walked down the street. As he came close, I came out of the shadows and aimed my crossbow at his leg.
With a click, the arrow pierced through the air and struck the Drakeer in the leg. The Drakeer screamed in agony and went down to one leg. I immediately shot another arrow. The arrow struck his shoulder and the Drakeer fell back. The Drakeer rolled on the ground and started to crawl away from me out of desperation. I shot another arrow, this time the arrow struck his lower back. The Drakeer screamed again and halted his movement. As I was approaching him, the Drakeer started whimpering. He raised his head from the ground and looked at me with pity and fear.
"Please, I don't wanna die. I won't do it again . Just let me go. I beg you." The Drakeer said.
"You killed many innocents. You feasted on their flesh while they cried in pain and agony." I exclaimed. "They must have begged you too. To spare them, to let them go. Did you?"
The Drakeer was speechless. Meanwhile, I took out a small bottle from my cloak. The bottle contained alcohol. I spilled the whole bottle on the Drakeer's immobalised body. The Drakeer shook his body in disgust. I threw the bottle away and took out a stone from my pocket. I rubbed the stone against my pocket knife. The flickers ignited the alcohol and the Dakeer's body caught fire.
He squealed in agony as his flesh melted and his bones burned to crackled. I walked away and sat down on the ground with my back resting on the wall. Meanwhile, the guards came to the site noticing the smoke and saw the grim scene until the end. After a while, there was nothing left but ash. Schneider was standing beside me. I tookout a pot from my bag and using my hand, I sweeped the ash into the pot and then put a lid on it. I then gave the pot to one of the guards.
"Dig a deep hole in the ground and put the pot in it." I instructed. "Make sure that in the next five days, nobody finds it. Otherwise you will have a nasty ghoul running free in the city.After a week, take it out. By that time the monster's energy would completely dissipate"
The guard followed my instructions and took away the pot. It was morning already. I could see the sun slowly rising from the west, enlightening the horizon. I went to the Mayor's office to collect my payment. As I was leaving, a man came running at me. It was a delivery boy not older then eighteen. He came to a halt right in front of me, caught his breath and handed me a letter. It was from Adam.
He asked me to meet him in Mourancha six days from now. Apparently, it was hunter's business. Mourancha was the Country's Capital and it was East of Hailzard. Normally it would take a week to get there and that is if you do not stop at all. However, there was another route that could take you to Mourancha in five. But the locals did not prefer it as the road was pretty dangerous. But I had no choice. So without wasting another second, I grabbed Schneider and rode for Mourancha.