Chapter 63 Magical Traps
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.
Shelby ripped off a thick piece of dried meat with his teeth and chewed slowly. "This Celestial Wolf King knows how to pick a lair," he said, eyes scanning the suspiciously silent trees. "Took us three days to find it. Just look around—the place is too quiet. Even a rookie from the Academy would see this whole damn forest is rigged with traps."
Zane and Erlin each munched on their salted meat as well, alert and observant.
Shelby turned to Zane, speaking between chews. "This is your training ground. From here on, you’re on your own. I’m not helping. And you—" he glanced at Erlin "—can’t interfere either."
Erlin pouted, clearly displeased, but said nothing. She knew better than to argue when Shelby got serious.
"Go," Shelby instructed. "We’ll follow behind you. This time, you’ve got permission to use everything you’ve got. Don’t hold back."