The Red Moon hangs high.
In the desolate and silent ruined city, the crimson moonlight stretched the tall shadow of the Night Owl Hunter. 'He' remained silent, slowly drawing out twin blades glinting with cold light and stepped forward.
Snap!
The next second, the Hunter assumed an extremely bizarre posture, lying flat on the ground, starting to wriggle and convulse wildly...
"Tsk, it's really hard to control..."
The Dream House was tightly packed, Eleanor squeezed in beside Lin Lan, she licked her lips, concentrating intensely on prying into the Dream-Submerging Holy Artifact before her.
The Hunter flailed its limbs, beginning to crawl forward in the shade...
"Oh captain, you are not suited to control this, that's not how you use a Scavenger!"
The petite Witch on the other side of Lin Lan voiced discontent: "It's my turn, my turn!"
