Marcus and his partner Berry watched the back of the figure that broke their fall and carried them separately on either of his shoulders to god knows where, while the blood-red hummingbird-shaped Curseling followed him, with a grim light in their eyes knowing that they had fallen for the enemy's ambush.
The worst part was their enemy was a curse charmer. Seeing how the hummingbird-shaped Curseling obediently followed him, it had to be. Or else there were more than one hostile, and they were being carried to their nearby base. Not letting the fear of the dark future that awaited them after being captured by their enemy conquer his mind, paralysed Marcus tried to observe the hummingbird-shaped Curseling whenever it entered his field of vision.
