C212 The Spirit of the Forest

The first glimmer of dawn appeared, and the sky was suffused with the color of fish belly.

The Old Patriarch couldn't stop his tears from rolling down as he looked at the shrinking group.

An hour ago, they had been attacked by a mercenary group. More than thirty people had died under the bombardment of bullets, and some of them were even children of less than sixteen years of age.

"Patriarch