The Truth

Marsai's POV

“Are you ready to see our leader now?” Grace asked. Her hands folded elegantly in front of her, her expression once again, very stoic that it brought down the temperature around me.

I nodded because my tongue felt like it was glued to the roof of my mouth.

I took in the scenery around me, the white light and the distant crack in the bonfire who's glow could be spotted from here.

If this was my last night here, I would definitely not regret this moment.

“This way…” she ushered me up front first before joining me by my side.

We walked in silence.

I used my Hunter prey technique but I realized that Grace's foot never made a sound as we walked.

“It's the moss.” Grace chuckled, shaking her head side to side.

“What?” I asked her, feeling even more confused.

“You were wondering why our feet weren't making any noise. Well, it is the moss. They are said to be great sound shock absorbers.”

I would be lying if I said that I heard every word she said, all I kept wondering was