Ryder and Rale reached the lake where they were supposed to find beasts to hunt.
"Strange. There is not even one beast here? What's happened?" Ryder asked Rale as he gazed back.
"I'm not sure. This place should have had at least one beast. No idea what's happening here," Rale answered, frowning.
"I guess we would need to go deeper," Ryder said as he came out of the bushes.
He walked past the lake as he advanced deeper into the forest.
A shadow kept following them around. Rale's feeling continued that someone was watching them, but he couldn't find who it was even after all that. He kept glancing back more often than not.
"There is one!"
Ryder noticed a beast in some distance. He started running after the beast to catch him without giving it a chance to run.
A scythe appeared in his hand, which looked as sharp as it could possibly be.
