Chapter-180

The village held a quiet mystique in the embrace of the night, but their journey led them to a chance encounter with a local resident, a man who bore the role of the village's night watchman. Sin, ever vigilant and seeking information without making any suspicious movements, approached the night watchman with a carefully worded question.

With an air of curiosity and a touch of confidence, Sin inquired if the night watchman had any knowledge of a tribe known as the Mangeur D'os. The night watchman's gaze lingered on Sin for a moment, assessing the group's intent, before he offered a response.

He pointed toward a nearby hill, a silhouette in the moonlit landscape, and informed them that the Mangeur D'os tribe resided at the entry point of that very hill. It was a revelation that sent a shiver down their spines, the knowledge that the ghoul-like tribe they had encountered earlier was in such a place.

As he shared this information, the night watchman's tone carried a mixture of trepidation and resignation. It was clear that the villagers held an awareness of the enigmatic tribe's presence, a knowledge born of the shadows and whispered tales. The night watchman's words were a somber confirmation of the dangers that lay ahead.

With a gesture toward the hill, the night watchman drew their attention to a distant glow of light. It was a beacon of illumination against the backdrop of the night, a telltale sign of activity. His voice carried a note of speculation as he remarked that a feast might be underway.

The revelation sent a ripple of unease through the group. A feast in the heart of the Mangeur D'os tribe was a chilling prospect, a reminder of their grisly tendencies. The implications were clear—a gathering of the tribe could mean heightened danger, especially considering their own mission to rescue Lita.

As they stood in the village, bathed in the moon's gentle light, the group found themselves at a crossroads. The night watchman had provided a lead to the Mangeur D'os tribe's location, but the challenges that lay ahead were unease.

Their journey had taken them from the quiet serenity of the village to the ominous presence of the hill and the distant glow of a feast. With determination in their hearts and the knowledge that they were drawing closer to their goal, they steeled themselves for the challenges that awaited.

Sin's gratitude toward the village's night guard was expressed with a respectful nod, a gesture that conveyed their appreciation for the information provided. With a renewed sense of purpose, Sin led the group onward, guided by the night watchman's directions toward the hill where the Mangeur D'os tribe resided.

However, as they ventured forth, Sin's sharp instincts and tactical mind came into play once again. He paused for a moment, recognizing the potential risks that the carriage could pose on their covert approach. It was a pragmatic decision, born of his understanding of the need for discretion in their mission.

Sin turned to the driver of the carriage, conveying his instructions with a few carefully chosen words. He requested that the driver find a suitable location to wait, ensuring that the carriage would remain hidden from view. Drawing unnecessary attention to themselves was a risk they could ill afford, especially considering the volatile nature of their quest.

The carriage itself bore the markings of the Abraham family, a name that held significance in this world. As the vehicle moved with silent grace, it was a testament to the resources at their disposal. The driver, an employee of the Abraham mansion, had been entrusted with the responsibility of facilitating their journey.

The Abrahams were a prominent family in this realm, their influence reaching far and wide. The luxurious carriage was more than just a mode of transportation; it was a symbol of their connection to a network of power and privilege. It was a resource that Sin and his companions could utilize in their pursuit of justice and the rescue of Lita.

With the carriage now concealed from view, the group continued their approach toward the hill where the Mangeur D'os tribe held their ominous gathering. The moon cast a silvery glow upon their path, illuminating their determination and resolve. Each step they took brought them closer to the heart of the unknown, a place where secrets and danger awaited.

The night had become their ally, cloaking their movements in shadows and granting them the cover they needed to inch closer to their goal. The mission to rescue Lita and confront the tribe that held her captive was fraught with peril, but Sin and his companions were undeterred.

As Sin, Sia, Julia, and Jack embarked on their journey toward the mysterious hill, they ventured into the depths of a serene forest. The moonlight filtered through the canopy of trees, casting dappled shadows on the forest floor. The atmosphere was thick with an eerie stillness, reminiscent of the foreboding jungles often seen in horror films.

Each step they took seemed to resonate with a sense of trepidation, as if the very forest itself held its breath in anticipation of their presence. The group's footsteps rustled the fallen leaves and disturbed the nocturnal creatures that inhabited the woods, adding to the uncanny atmosphere that surrounded them.

As they continued along their path, moving further into the forest, they encountered an unexpected interruption. A man, emerging from the shadows, stepped before them. His features bore a striking resemblance to Lobias and the other tribesmen of the Mangeur D'os, and it was immediately evident that he hailed from the same enigmatic tribe.

Sin's sharp instincts and keen perception had alerted him to the stranger's origins, recognizing the distinct characteristics that marked him as a member of the ghoul-like tribe. The encounter sent a shiver down Fatty's spines, as they found themselves face to face with a representative of the very tribe they sought to confront.

The man's presence raised a multitude of questions. Was he a sentinel, standing guard on the outskirts of the tribe's territory? Or was his appearance purely coincidental, a chance encounter in the depths of the forest? The air was thick with tension as the group regarded the stranger with a mixture of wariness and curiosity.