The Last Hunter - Pursuit (Book 2 of the Antarktos Saga)
i used to be 13 years outdated while i used to be abducted. They took me from my family members, from my friends--from every thing I knew, and stole my innocence. They introduced me to a global underneath the skin of Antarctica, the place i used to be damaged and proficient by means of a hunter named Ninnis. He served the traditional Nephilim: half-human, half-demon monsters. My character used to be buried in my unconscious and changed through that of Ull, a hunter and killer. For a time, I too served the Nephilim. because the first and in simple terms human born on Antarctica, they believed that i may include the spirit in their fallen king, Nephil, and cause them to overcome humanity.
But i used to be better than they knew and escaped deep into the underworld, the place i've been hiding for the earlier years. I reside in a cavern, that's one way or the other lush with eco-friendly plants, eking out a dwelling and cowering from the disagreement that i do know awaits me. however the nightmare has came upon me. i will odor them. The hunters. they've got stumbled on my hideout.
The pursuit of Solomon Ull Vincent--the final hunter--has all started. And in the event that they trap me, this can be the place my tale will end.
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toes. That’s enormous for a hunter. yet he’s additionally tremendously lean. i glance at his pores and skin. he's light, like me, like any hunters, yet there's a unusual sheen to his dermis, nearly reflective. His face is hidden in the back of a black veil that appears like it’s truly been pinned to his brow. Hoping to get a few trace of who I’m facing, I ask, “Who is your master?” “I don't have any master.” No grasp? How can a hunter now not have a grasp? We circle one another. i think Ull on the edge of my consciousness,.
merely then that I become aware of we're now not in my brain and what I’m seeing is genuine. Xin is death at my ft. “Go,” he says together with his mouth, no longer his brain. “Before it—” He fades ahead of completing. I kneel down beside him and position my arms to his throat. he's alive. a brand new psychological conflict starts. i'm confronted once again with an enemy in want. yet this time, Ull isn't really interested in the enemy. in truth, the voice of Ull has been thoroughly silenced, locked away with Nephil, in the back of a door that won't.
A moment arrow shoots my approach and passes over my head. I by no means used to be stable at making acquaintances. the fellow, like me, is roofed in white textile from head to toe. yet he’s no longer donning sun shades. His eyes blaze blue among the hood and masks masking his reduce face. The solar doesn’t hassle him in any respect. How lengthy has he been topside? a 3rd arrow is readily nocked and fired, yet I become aware of he’s not aiming at my face. He’s aiming at my knees! In a flash I become aware of he’s compensating for the vertical wind.
Man’s voice sounds previous, yet no longer fairly as outdated as Ninnis. His daughter is younger, yet right here that suggests little, in particular as a result method the underworld modifies time. And he’s German. My brain flashes via pages of background books. now not lots of people have come to Antarctica, and nearly all of them have are available in the earlier 20 years. In 1939, prior to international struggle , the Nazi’s despatched a wide day trip to Antarctica. a few speculate that they have been searching for facts of an historical civilization.
an important second, I’d be useless. yet how am i able to repel all issues Nephilim whereas at the same time turning into a few type of hard-hearted warrior? Isn’t that precisely what they're? “Solomon.” Tobias’s voice sounds critical. He senses I’m retaining whatever again and it has him on aspect. “When you dug within the ice. That wasn’t your first time the following, used to be it?” With a shake of my head, I say, “No.” “Father,” Em says. “I don’t comprehend. This position has been buried for—” She gasps as whatever happens to her. She does.