And they kept walking the Path of the Warrior.

The big storm clouds followed them whenever they went, but never too fast to surpass their step. Max could hear thunders at distance and, if he concetrated enough, the faint sound of the rain already watering the distant hills of that desert wasteland. Yet, somehow, it wouldn’t made up to them, even though it was already there for a while now.

Almost as if it was waiting the right momment to fall.

Despiste the cold calmness of that place, there was a certain… eerie sensation permeating the air. They couldn’t point exactly, but they could FEEL it, in the deep of their hearts. A feeling of dread, of heaviness that wouldn’t go away, no matter what.

Do you know that weird sensation? That feeling that send shivers down your spine, that gives you chills?

The disturbing sensation of being observed?

They couldn’t stop looking behind their backs, even though there was nothing there, only the emptyness of the vast yard.

Still… that sensation. It was constant.

It felt like…

It was following them.

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