A lady clad in black.
No, it was not merely her cloak. Even the fabric concealing her face was black. She was completely covered from head to toe, much like the sword resting at her side, its presence hidden beneath the folds of her attire.
She was a woman. Her voice alone made that clear, but the way the cloak fell around her lithe figure left little room for doubt.
Her dark violet eyes settled upon him for a brief moment before she spoke.
"Retreat and join the others. We are close."
"But, but..." The spoiled brat raised his voice, pointing an accusing finger at Luke.
Luke sighed.
"Didn't know that one was sheltered. No wonder it started running the moment I laid eyes on it."
The brat gasped, outrage flashing across his face.
"How can you call my Hollow a coward?!"
"Because he was."
The voice did not belong to Luke.
The woman stared at the young man with cold indifference, her words carrying not an ounce of sympathy.
