The crimson light eventually receded.
As the sun slowly rose above the horizon and a gloomy morning dawned, Carou had long since left the city.
With its exceptional speed, it crossed vast distances as it leapt from one branch to another.
The woods of the secret plane were ancient. They were humongous, and their trunks and branches equally big. So hopping across the branches was more than doable.
Besides, the underbrush was always teeming with beasts and other obstacles. If one wanted to travel quickly through the forest, the branches were the way to go.
As it continued to travel east, it couldn't help but wonder about the whereabouts of the human with the Brand.
King Jacob de Vile had been oddly interested in that human. And so, he had sent it to investigate.
Carou disliked returning empty-handed.
Neither the traitor of the City Hall nor the zealot werewolf knew about the human's whereabouts.
