CHAPTER SEVENTY FOUR

“We should return back to the forest for the night,” Harold said, looking around. “This place is too... Open. Anything and I mean anything, can spring out of anywhere.”

Penelope nodded in agreement, thinking what Harold meant when he said anything could spring out of anywhere was wild animals. What Harold meant, though, was the ghouls—and perhaps, the Moon Goddess' rival, too. 

Derek remained emotionless and that sat well with Harold. The worst he, Derek, could do was become a rebel who wanted to go about the contest the way he wished, but so far, he had been compliant to all the decisions Harold and Penelope had made like he was nothing but a lifeless puppet.

Harold took a quick glance at him as he studied the mountainous ground that ascended and descended with craggy, stony bumps, and had large, black holes drilled into it, too. It was like small bombs had once detonated at those spots and the holes were the aftermath.