บท 772: We Are Supposed To Be The Hunters, Not The Hunted

Ethan, who had no idea that his sister and Hecate had entered the Painting of Enlightenment, was currently observing a suspicious group of people camping beside a river.

There were ten of them, and judging from the looks of exhaustion on their faces, all of them must've been traveling the entire night.

They weren’t wearing any gray robes with the insignia of the hawk, but for some reason, they looked very suspicious in his eyes.

Because of this, he decided to perch on the branches of a nearby tree and listen to their discussion.

“I can’t get in touch with the other Captains,” a man with short gray hair and a very bushy beard said.

He looked like someone in his late thirties, and based on his words, Ethan assumed that he was the leader of their group.