Chapter 42 Meteor From The Ocean

• "This arrow, how can I get this fix!" Ambroz was currently seated on top of a tree branch holding his single arrow. It was the only thing left of his past. A single object that makes him remember his people and as well as his old folks. 
• His brows furrowed staring at it for too long. Without noticing it, he groaned and leaned back. Not a single thought has come inside his head. The man heaved a sigh. 
• "There's no use of thinking about it. Nothing works anymore." He said and covered the sun's ray with the use of his palm.