POV Marcello
That night was one of the few where we all ate together, so as I was about to start consuming my dinner, I stopped halfway and asked, "So? When are we going to embark on our next hunt?"
We had nine hunts left; they had lied to me. After the first hunt, the guys began to get cold feet. Up until then, we had fought and won, even if barely, with enemies who were, for the most part, weaker than us, so facing an enemy physically stronger than us came as a shock for us, but I didn't expect it to be this huge.
Nobody responded; they simply kept eating in silence their spicy fried chicken drums with their pumpkin and tomato sauce and their melted cheese on the side. I also kept my mouth shut since the dinner was really tasty. But I couldn't help but ask that question again once I had finished my meal and everyone was enjoying a nice drink on the side.
