After a few days, Samuel was no longer fearful of the voices, not because he regained his courage, but because even without the voices, he continued to blame himself, while the light that enabled him to bring together the vast number of hunters from all over the kingdoms had been extinguished entirely.
The current Samuel was nothing but a lump of flesh, blood, and veins without any essence in him.
He was dead inside.
Blaming himself for their deaths that he had caused unknowingly, and since there was nothing left for him anymore, Samuel finally moved. He stood back up on his feet and fell face first on the darkness-dyed ground due to his numbed senses, but it wasn't long before he regained his senses and began to walk.
WHOOSH-!
