It was an hour past midnight when Elliot arrived at the Crimson Palace. If he could hunt 3 in under an hour, he should be back at the guild by daylight, raising no suspicion from his guildmates.
He passed the green grassy fields and walked into the grounds of the palace. It was barren with life. The red soil seemed to be darker for some reason. Elliot shrugged the thoughts away and walked further, sneaking to find a phantom.
"What a kid," Lance whispered from behind him that made Elliot jump in shock.
"What the hell?" Elliot half gruntedhalf whispered. Why are you here?"
"I should be the one asking you that," Lance quirked his brow. "Midnight said you almost died a while ago, trying to hunt a Crimson Phantom, do you deny the allegation?"
"You make me sound like a criminal," Elliot scoffed. "But whatever. I have my reasons."
"And reasons being?"
"I cannot tell," Elliot replied and continued his walk to find the phantoms.
