Cain found a quiet, secluded area within the large dilapidated building.
Sitting down cross-legged, he pulled a deep breath into his lungs. Then he reached out with his mind.
Hundreds of miles away, Hunter frowned and glanced down at the Three-Eyed White Wolf standing at his side.
Then his eyes widened,
'Cain? Is that you?'
Cain smiled, 'Yes. It's me.'
Hunter sighed in relief,
'I was worried for a moment there.'
Cain raised a brow and chuckled,
'You? Worried about me?'
Hunter snorted coldly,
'Of course I was. There's no way in hell you are allowed to die first.'
Cain's face fell. He clicked his tongue,
'As heartless as ever, I see. Well, it's good to see you aren't dead too.'
Hunter chuckled. Then he went silent for a moment.
Cain sighed,
'How have things been going?'
'Not good. The Devils get stronger everyday. They don't seem to be affected too much by the crimson moonlight.'
Cain frowned. Just as he was about to say something, Hunter continued,
