We looked at each other. "Go, check the others!" He exclaimed enthusiastically.
One other that was still remaining was a bit far into the forest. Without looking at it further, I knew what to expect under that snow. The red color that penetrated into the white snow had enough to explain everything. "How come they keep quiet?! Why didn't they report or do anything?! Why do they behave indifferently?! This is not certainly a small problem, especially since it has been running for the last few years."
"Let's say they want to cry out or ask for help, where are they supposed to go? Azalea is certainly unable to solve this problem, your grandmother has only removed the creature resurrected by Nympha to that abandoned place outside Euron!" He got the point there. I was unable to argue with him.
Mickey was reluctant to get off from the basket behind my back. He looked at that heap of snow with a disgusted look. "Let's get out of this place, I don't like it being here." He said.
