"Where's Lann?"
Erin glanced behind Henrik but didn't see the Demon Hunter who summoned them.
Henrik's earth-yellow triangular hat swayed from side to side.
"It seems we're still not fast enough. He let that magical little cat and a very formidable-looking horse out as well. Now, he should still be down there clearing away the remnants..."
The Old Hunter's toe nudged an ornament of a squirrel tail glued to the ground in a pool of blood, pausing momentarily.
"Squirrel Faction." Erin reminded him, "The name sounds sort of adorable, doesn't it?"
Two Yan'an Hunters, one with a mask, the other with a bird-beak helmet, spoke in muffled voices.
Their tone carried the distinctive dream-like whispers unique to Yan'an.
These mixed qualities almost made this corpse-laden, blood-soaked Asura Battlefield seem bizarrely deep and mysterious beyond its brutality.
"But this place really has some tricks up its sleeve."
