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Sheriff William continued to search through the dense undergrowth, his gaze focused on every leaf and bush, hoping to find the tiny figure of Bolt. He knew that a baby, suddenly taken away from its parents, would usually cry loudly, which should be an important clue in finding him.
William strained his ears to discern every subtle sound around him, trying to catch Bolt's cries. However, the battle between Agamemnon and Blood Demon was deafening, with earth-shattering clashes, roars, and sword strikes making the whole forest seem to tremble. This chaotic background of noise made it difficult for William to distinguish any possible baby cries.
Despite this, William did not give up. He continued to move cautiously, pushing aside each bush while carefully inspecting every possible hiding place. His eyes were filled with anxiety and determination, every step taken with great care, afraid of missing any potential place where Bolt might be hiding.
In this moment in the forest, Sheriff William's mood was both tense and focused. He crouched down, pressing his ear to the damp ground, hoping to use the ground's ability to conduct sound to find Bolt. In this quiet night, the ground seemed to amplify the sound, making every subtle noise clearer.
However, apart from the heavy footsteps and impacts of the distant battle between Agamemnon and the Blood Demon, he seemed to hear nothing else. These chaotic sounds almost masked all other noises, making William's search even more difficult.
Just as William was feeling disappointed and ready to give up on this approach, a faint sound suddenly rang in his ears - the cry of a baby, soft and weak, but unusually distinct in the quiet night. This sudden sound made William's heart tighten, and he immediately focused, trying to determine the source of the sound.
William quickly stuck to the ground, his eyes shining with hope. He began to move in the direction of the sound, each step light and careful, afraid of disturbing the source of the sound. The baby's cry was like a beacon of light in the darkness, guiding him forward.
Following the guidance of the baby's cry, Sheriff William continued to move carefully on the ground, his movements both swift and silent to avoid alerting the nearby Blood Demon. As he gradually moved away from the bushes and closer to the large pit dug by the Blood Demon, the faint cry of the baby became clearer and louder.
Whenever William's ears caught the sound of Agamemnon and Blood Demon battling in the distance, an involuntary sense of tension would rise in his heart. He knew deep down that the distance between himself and Blood Demon was so close that any carelessness could invite fatal danger. However, he also knew that there was no time to consider these things now; finding Bolt and ensuring the safety of this innocent little life was his only goal.
William's heart raced as he felt himself getting closer and closer to Bolt's location. When he arrived at the huge pit dug out by Blood Demon, he was almost certain that Bolt was hiding nearby underground. He quickly drew the short sword from his waist and began to dig the soil urgently and forcefully. Every time the tip of the sword pierced the ground, it was accompanied by his anxious heartbeat. He moved the soil and stones one by one, and soon his hands and cheeks were covered in dirt, but he paid no attention to it.
William's heart was filled with worry as he occasionally glanced around, alert and cautious, to ensure that the Blood Demon had not noticed his presence. He knew that the consequences would be unimaginable if the Blood Demon discovered him. But at this critical moment, he had no choice but to take the risk. He had to find Bolt before the Blood Demon noticed.
As time passed, Sheriff William's search became more urgent. His eyes quickly scanned every patch of soil and every stone, hoping to find the small figure hidden by the Blood Demon.
Sheriff William's hands continued to dig into the soil, his efforts seeming particularly prominent in the darkness of the night. When his short sword touched the hard object, a sense of eager anticipation surged within him. He quickly set the sword aside, and the soil and debris flew up under his rapid movements.
As William's fingers finally touched the wooden box concealed by the soil, his actions became even more cautious. His hands swiftly cleared the soil from the box, carefully pulling it out from the earth. As the soil disappeared, a simple but sturdy small wooden box gradually emerged, and the crying from inside filled William's heart with urgency.
William's hands trembled as he opened the lid of the wooden box, his eyes fixed on the inside. When he saw the baby Bolt lying in the box, his heart was filled with indescribable joy and emotion. Bolt's little face was covered in tears, but upon seeing William, a hint of comfort seemed to appear on his small face.
William's large hands gently stroked Bolt's hair, trying to comfort this little life that had experienced too much fear. His eyes sparkled with a tender, fatherly love, as he carefully lifted Bolt from the wooden box, wrapping his small body in his coat to protect him from the cold and fear.
At this moment, William is not just a sheriff, but also a protector. His gaze is firm and warm, knowing that his mission is not yet over. He needs to safely lead Bolt out of this dark forest, away from this heart-stopping, terrifying night.
Sheriff William holds Bolt tightly, his eyes scanning the surrounding forest once again, ready to face any potential danger. His steps are light and cautious, each one deliberate and resolute. His heart is filled with an unspoken commitment, a promise for the safety of a young life, and a steadfast dedication to his duty.
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