Epilogue REVENANT FROM A DISTANT PAST

The concrete chips crunched under a pair of boots that trudged.

Somewhere on the sands, where where only what seemed to be once walls stood, now lay to the sandy floor as chips and blocks.

The person slowly moved through the rubble.

At the corner of his eyes he spotted a figure leaning on a slab her head dropped.

“To think I’d find someone out here…” He drew closer. “A dead hunter.”

They took a knee to her side looking at the wounds on the corpse(?), blood soaked into the sand.

“Doesn’t seem to be from a monster… Bandits? No. They would have taken everything on her. It would be a miracle her corpse was left unsullied.Infighting, huh. She looks pretty dead, but, just to be certain…”

Reaching their right hand to their back they grabbed a short weird stick and with the left placed it to the corpse’s neck.

“… I was right… Just barely alive. Sure is tenacious.” He took his hand of her and the weird stick, looking around.

“Was she abandoned and left for dead? But what would they be doing ou