King's Parting Gifts

About twenty minutes later, the Hunters summoned by Minerva finally arrived at Davon's encampment.

"You should've taken your time. You're a bit too ahead of schedule," a snide voice said.

The Private Hunters turned toward the source of the comment and saw King leaning casually against a tree, his arms crossed. At his feet lay Davon's body, wrapped tightly in cloth, alongside the frozen corpse of the Demonic Beast.

King seemed unshaken in his determination to bring back the creature's remains for study, despite the risk and inconvenience.

"King, shush!" Reynold said, pressing a finger to his lips in a futile attempt to keep the situation under wraps.

The Hunters present were no ordinary group—they were elite private Hunters, handpicked and hired by Duke Rosenwald himself. Among them, one figure stood out.