PROLOGUE

PROLOGUE

The ground she was standing on was covered with a thick, crimson liquid that eerily reflected everything above it like some sinister mirror. The azure sky was foreboding if seen from the reflection of the blood that was blanketing everything.

The place was silent as if those who lived there were all dead. Bodies littered around her. They all added more blood to the ground as if some revolting faucet. The lake nearby was slowly turning into the color of the wine.

With a sigh, the blue lightning bow from her hand vanished as she looked up at the azure sky that was turning violent. Her face was covered with splatters of blood, as well as her hands. Her long hair glinted in the sun as if it was on fire.

And it danced majestically behind her.

The rain started as a drizzle, pelting her upturned face with one droplet after the other. As the water ran down the dried blood on her face, crimson liquid ran down the side of her eyes. As if her tears were made of blood.

But then. . .

Out of the deafening silence of the place, a child's cry pierced through the air. She glanced behind her and saw a little girl clutching a dirty stuffed toy in her hand. The child's eyes were wide in apparent fear as she stared at her. And the huntress felt something pierce her chest as if a sword had stabbed her.

She closed her eyes in utter sorrow as she realized the weight of what she had done. She knew there was no turning back. The child's crying in front of her and the screams of her victims finally caught up with her.

And they echoed in her ears.

Like a glass shattering inside of her, she realized that she had become the very being she hunts.