The Forest of Twin Disasters did not forgive carelessness. It simply devoured the weak.
It erased the careless. And it hid the strong.
For days now, two demon strongholds had been searching the forest with growing urgency. Scouts had spread across dozens of kilometers of wilderness, combing through ravines, cliffs, ancient ruins, and dense woodland where even sunlight struggled to reach.
But the forest was vast.
And the human they were hunting had proven far more elusive than expected.
Most patrols had returned with nothing.
A few had not returned at all.
Now three demons moved through a deep corridor of twisted trees, their bodies low to the ground as they advanced silently between the roots.
They were not ordinary soldiers.
Each one carried the sharp, refined aura of high-grade demons.
Hunters... Trackers.
Executioners.
They had been sent with a clear objective.
Find the human. Capture him if possible.
Kill him if necessary.
