The voice sounded with both a mix of fanaticism and threat. Perhaps even excitement.

The threat in the voice, however, was towards number three, pushing him to exert his full potential in the hunt… and warning him not come back empty handed.

Number three gazed across the mountain along the rocks, between the mushroom desert and cliffs, as there were tracks in the soil – it seemed like ropes had been dragged through different parts of dirt which occasionally plotted between the rocks.