The sun had set, its rays reaching only the tops of the cedars crowning the hill. Its golden light spread, coloring the atmosphere pleasantly.
From the depths of the caves came mystical, cavernous howls. Or perhaps it was the cries of the ash-colored harriers mourning their fallen mistress. A strong wind had risen, bending the branches of the trees and scattering the feathers of the raptors within the hill.
Shahin muttered incomprehensible words to himself. He recalled the words of his father and, more recently, those of Hidora.
So the blue net that father saw in his dreams was Riga spying on him… But why? Why did he betray us? What did we do to make him turn against us? In any case, if it's true – if he really decides to take up arms against us – then… then I'll kill him with my own hands!
"What are we going to do?" Ginji finally asked. "If that old hag was telling the truth, then we should expect reprisals from Riga."
