He sighed, the first treasure that he had found in a month and he could not even sell it.
Xaloc turned to walk away when pupils abruptly constricted, and he firmly locked on to someone approaching him.
"That is mine. I would give you a chance to leave!" The man's voice reached him.
Xaloc's expression darkened and he slowly walked to stand in front of the rock.
He especially hated someone threatening him.
Very soon, a black-clothed man reached in. The man was bald and he held a long blood-soaked axe in his left hand.
Xaloc glanced at him.
"Come again!"
Victor looked at the youth before him.
His body was covered in scars that crisscrossed both horizontally and vertically and flowed with fresh blood. His clothes were even torn apart into rags that were fully tainted with blood and dirt, causing him to look to be in a terribly sorry state.
