They didn't even see any guards along the way.
The huge mansion felt as if it had been deliberately opened completely to them.
The man leading the group had a solemn expression.
But suddenly, his eyes widened in shock.
"Damn it, let's retreat..."
The remaining words were stuck in his throat like pebbles, and he couldn't utter a single one.
Immediately afterwards, a sharp, mocking voice rang out.
"Since you're here, don't rush to leave."
A black, raven-like shadow spread outwards from the floor, completely engulfing the demon hunters.
The demon hunters could only watch helplessly as everything around them changed.
The house seemed to begin to warp, the surrounding walls became incredibly soft, and waves of darkness began to completely engulf the area.
Even the moonlight had been hidden away at some point.
Suddenly, the laughter rang out again:
"Let's play a game."
"Since you've come here to find the demon, then..."
"Let's challenge the demon!"
In the boundless darkness seen by the Witcher,
A mysterious figure, resembling a giant, continued to expand in the depths of darkness.
The cawing of crows rang out again:
"fury."
"Don't kill them."
The moment the words fell, a violent cloud of red iron filings suddenly erupted from the surrounding darkness, dancing wildly.
A giant red crocodile, its head reaching towards the sky, its long tongue lolling out, saliva dripping from its sharp teeth, its eyes gleaming red.
It stared at the group of witchers in front of it as if they were a swarm of insects.
A clear, resonant voice, like a great bell, gradually rose:
"Prepare for—the catastrophe!"
...
Another group of combatants traversed the skies above the capital, their dark figures moving like ghosts across rooftops and streets without making a sound.
They hurried on their way while exchanging information with each other.
"Boss, the team that infiltrated Clavner's mansion has lost contact."
"It's as if it vanished into thin air."
Among witchers, there is a very special item.
That is the accessory called "Soul of the Hunter".
Also made of black crystal, earrings shaped like eyes were created.
This is the tool that witchers use for communication when they are on missions.
Earrings are a pair, so when witchers are on a mission, they usually act in two teams at the same time, dividing into pairs by earrings and communicating through matching earrings.
"Boss, what do we do?"
A witcher wearing an earring asked the woman at the front of the group.
Upon hearing the news that a team had disappeared, everyone was stunned.
Even their pace slowed down considerably.
Even the women slowed down.
She was considering whether she should go back to provide support or continue on to her original destination.
The palace at night is at its most vulnerable.
At this time, the old emperor was already fast asleep.
And a Witcher with exceptional stealth abilities could infiltrate the palace without anyone noticing.
The original plan was that if they discovered that the Second Prince was indeed carrying a demon, they would immediately awaken the demon completely and draw it out.
In this way, even if a battle does occur, they will have a way to lure the demons away from the capital.
The witchers were all waiting for their leader to give them orders.
All eyes were drawn to the masked woman at the front of the group.
The woman stopped on a rooftop, standing atop a chimney, squinting, head bowed, gazing at the palace not far away.
“Go back and support them.”
"I can infiltrate the palace by myself."
Upon receiving the order, the witchers all nodded emphatically.
No one was worried about her, because the demon hunters never doubted the woman's power.
After all, she is one of the seven strongest executives among the Witchers.
The team members exchanged glances, then jumped around and disappeared in an instant.
The woman was left alone, gazing towards the direction of the palace.
It would be safer for her to infiltrate the palace alone.
Even if she were discovered, she could leave the palace alone.
No one can stop her except that old hag, Aubrey.
She took a deep breath and pulled the hood down over her head.
The dark clouds gradually dispersed with the breeze, and the bright moonlight, like a broken corner of a lake, slowly poured down.
The reflection on her long, silvery-white hair was as if it had been washed by a quiet river.
"I'm back."
"Auberley".
...
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