Chapter 82: The Mammoth

The more Hutson thought about it, the more convinced he became—this place must belong to a sorcerer, or perhaps an entire coven.

The sheer abundance of alchemical plants, meticulously cultivated fields, and the sinister entities lurking within the town's houses suggested deliberate curation. These were not random occurrences. They were part of a system—one designed for harvesting rare magical materials or sustaining the practice of forbidden arts.

"This land falls under the jurisdiction of the Aruf Marshes… Could it be their doing?" Hutson mused.

He sighed. Speculating was useless. The Aruf Marshes maintained a relatively stable relationship with the Moonlight Woodlands, but that meant little to low-ranking sorcerer apprentices like himself. If discovered, he would be treated no differently than an intruder—exterminated without hesitation.