Chapter 57 - In The Woods

On that fateful day, when the sun had set casting an orange hue over the atmosphere and the trees, Beowulf stood in his usual spot in front of a sculpture that he'd been working on. However, as his hands were busy and his sleeves were rolled up, only one person was on his mind. His mind had been occupied and he had not experienced any sense of calm since the meeting with his father and especially with what Marmin had said just a few days ago.