章 34: Stalking The Stalkers

The next few days passed in a tense but quiet stalemate. Turai and the cloaked figure—the Minor Sixth Horn of the Black Bicorn—seemed to be playing a careful game of cat and mouse, each trying to gain the upper hand.

Both parties knew better than to engage directly just yet. Turai's hunter, fully aware of Turai's uncanny ability to sense his presence, kept his distance.

Instead, he sent lesser members of the organization to track the boy, though they were strictly forbidden from getting too close or provoking him. The punishment for failing to heed this command was death.

For now, the game was one of patience. Turai, ever alert, had noticed the figures lurking in the shadows, watching him from afar. They never approached, and they never engaged, which left him both cautious and intrigued.