As Violet and the hunter were locked in a standoff, time was ticking away by the second.
The sun was gradually dimming at the moment, and the wind was getting colder and colder.
Neither of them made the first move, as they both understood that whoever did would be the one to initiate the conflict.
The hunter's gaze fell on Violet's weapon. While he was ready for the fight, the Crimson Spear's vibrant color seemed very intimidating.
If he rushed in blindly, there would only be one outcome - death.
No one could afford to take their life lightly at this moment. Dying in such a way would be quite tragic.
The wind kept rustling the leaves, making a rustling noise. Eventually, it was the hunter who lost his patience as time went by.
He wanted to leave this place as soon as possible because there had always been a relentless pursuit behind him, as time passed mercilessly.
If he didn't leave immediately, he would end up in a situation where he would be attacked from both sides.
