The Father slowly raised his head.A finger pressed against the bridge of his round glasses.
"…So they've found us.Then—this is war."
The words left his lips in a whisper.
A chill crept up his spine,making the hair on the back of his neck stand on end.
I don't want to lose my daughter.
But it was already too late to turn back.
There was no path left for retreat.
To be continued in ENDLESS MYTH Prologue 2
