Chapter 66: Glimmering Threat

•Northwest Thunoa Forest•

Ace's POV

The forest was alive with the sounds of rustling leaves and distant howls, the air thick with the metallic tang of blood and the faint scent of damp earth. We had just taken down another group of werewolf bandits, their growls silenced as we bound their hands with magic chains. The chains glowed faintly, a soft black color the same as the darkening forest around us. Despite our efforts, we still hadn't encountered the witch we were searching for. 

I glanced toward the 12 o'clock direction, my sharp werewolf eyes catching a faint glimmer of light through the dense trees. My ears twitched, and I pointed toward the source. "There's a light at 12 o'clock," I said, my voice low but firm. "I think that's the bandits' hideout."