You’re weak. She heard the voice. The Hunter was still alive. I can still feel her. Iris flinched back, trembling with fear. “It couldn’t be,” she whispered. A figure appeared before her. Iris run away from the woman. She could see the foreboding presence on her. A dark magic. The floras and the wild shrubs that touches her dress turned into dust in no minute. On the ground where the woman stands grows nothing but burnt grasses and weeds. It draws near her until its fingers touches her neck. I could kill you now. Its lips breathe no words but Iris could hear them on her thoughts. But I won’t. I still need something from you. Iris gulped in fright. “I will do anything. Just let me live,” she said. Everything was happening according to plan… that favors her. The woman draw a wicked smile on her lips.