Chapter Fourty Six

Marco’s POV

Days blend into nights as we tirelessly pursue Swift Claw men, our determination unyielding. We interrogate informants, follow leads, and leave no stone unturned. Through thick forests, desolate plains, and treacherous mountains, we press on, refusing to be deterred.

The scorching sun beat down on us relentlessly, adding to the weariness that clung to our bones. Sweat trickled down my forehead as I and Sage took a moment to rest under the shade of a towering oak tree. We had been on the move for days, our pursuit unyielding, but the trail seemed to grow fainter with each passing hour.

As we sat side by side, our faces etched with exhaustion, a distant murmur reached our ears. It was faint, carried by the gentle breeze, but it was enough to pique our curiosity. We exchanged glances, a shared sense of intrigue washing away the fatigue momentarily.

"Sage," I whispered, my voice hushed yet tinged with excitement. "Did you hear that? The voices...they're not far off. We should