"Are we just going to sit here and wait for the target to walk right up to us?"
The speaker was a woman with dark skin and long, fiery red hair. Her golden eyes burned with a quiet bloodlust, and the irritation in her voice was clear. They were seated on top of a small hill in the middle of a dead, lifeless land, surrounded by silence and dust.
It had been two days since they arrived—sent on a mission to erase a being who had become a thorn in their master's side.
A being tainted by darkness.
The same darkness that could swallow anything whole. The same darkness known as the Emissary of Evil.
They should've been afraid. After all, the one they were hunting wasn't just anyone. He had once been immortal. A powerful warrior who had once stood by their master's side.
But now… now he is weakened. Bound to the body of a mortal boy. Sharing a single fragile life with a kid.
