Sebastian Hemp had planned everything meticulously.
Around the perimeter of his mansion, deep within the dense groves near the Tussar River, he had laid down layers upon layers of traps—some magical, some mechanical, others manned by elite specialists from his faction.
Hidden assassins, camouflaged spellcasters, rune weavers—all positioned with a single purpose: to ambush and capture the incoming intruders.
All that remained now… was for the prey to walk into the wolf's den.
Three days later
Three figures stepped silently into the vast forest. On one side of the trail shimmered the clear, fresh waters of Tussar Lake, its still surface disturbed only by the breeze.
