Nellie stared at the monster's footprints for a full half-minute.
"Well then, now is hunting time."
She stared resolutely ahead, clutching Mott's Axe,
in this unfamiliar yet familiar place, only the axe in her hand made her feel that it truly existed, while everything else seemed to straddle the line between dream and reality.
But she didn't care about the so-called reality at the moment; sometimes, illusions were worth being obsessed with.
As with the world itself, the sky was experiencing the transition between day and night; the sun had quietly retreated to the other side of the planet, and darkness began to take over the earth and sky.
Monsters prowled.
Strange rustling sounds were heard in the forest, as if a group of carnivorous animals were brushing through the trees and blueberry bushes on both sides.
But the hunter today was not them.
