At the entrance of the cave, two Demon Hunters confirmed the wind direction, ensuring their scent wouldn't reach the Sheep-Horned Demon's nose.
Then, Lann took a sip of the , and peered inside.
"The culvert isn't deep, at most seventeen or eighteen meters. That Sheep-Horned Demon is lying in the open space at the deepest part."
"Understood."
Geralt began adjusting his breathing and the grip on his sword handle.
Based on Lann's observation of the terrain, although the culvert was uneven with rubble and damp puddles,
for a Demon Hunter's ambush speed, these seventeen or eighteen meters could still be covered in three seconds.
"This guy is really sturdy; no wonder Belengar couldn't beat it back then."
Lann looked at the Sheep-Horned Demon resting in the water pit inside and said.
The demon's excrement was carelessly left in a corner of the cave, mixed with its own body odor.
It was lying in the dirty, stagnant water of the cave, its fur drenched and tangled in locks.
