Just as the screams erupted, Old Allen and the villagers of Auridon shivered violently outside the forest.
The birds nesting between the trees seemed frightened by the screams, and flew away flapping their wings.
Lann slowly emerged from the shade of the trees.
A towering figure clad in thick, solid armor, the first thing to appear in the shadows were those glowing cat eyes.
If the villagers hadn't already established a decent level of trust with the Demon Hunter in previous days, these ignorant farmers would have probably shouted "demon" and scattered in all directions.
But ultimately, they didn't. Although their breaths were rapid and they trembled with fear, they still cared about Lann and the missing children.
"L-Lann?"
Old Allen stepped forward first, approaching the Demon Hunter who had walked out of the forest, tentatively inquiring.
Although the young Demon Hunter was covered in grim bloodstains, he nodded in response.
