Stigma

Two weeks have passed since the incident where I swore allegiance to the Celestial Dawn pack. Unlike my mind which was always alert and awake to monitor the state of the pack once every ten hours, there was no movement from the enemy.

Were the rogues and black mages on the retreat or were they preparing for a bigger attack?

They came like a rainstorm. Suddenly coming and going as they please.

An agreement between the packs had been formed a few days ago to work together to find their base. But in fact, it was fruitless. It was most likely because there was a witch on their side. Black magicians can hide the existence of a person or group from the outside world.

I let out a long sigh. I put the document in my hand and closed my eyes for a moment.

"How can there not be a trace left behind? Have they declared defeat? But that is impossible. The battle, which they fought earlier with several packs, shows how seriously they want to destroy us. Those like that can't easily declare defeat,