Author's Note: Do Not Unlock Yet. Chapter Is Still Under Construction
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Elder Mo nodded slowly. "That kind of spatial distortion doesn't happen on its own. Someone manipulated the grove. Most likely someone who didn't want him leaving with that seal information."
Tarkos punched his palm. "Then we find them."
They had spent hours already trying to trace spiritual energy signatures and searching nearby terrain. But finally, one of their leads yielded fruit.
Inside a nearby outpost tavern at the edge of the northern ridgeline, they found a stablehand who worked at the route leading to the grove. The stablehand looked nervous when Elder Mo showed him Victor's likeness through a projected illusion.
"Y-Yeah… I seen someone going near that cursed grove more than once. Weren't sure who they was, but they wore dark robes and always kept their face hidden. Moved weird too… like wind had trouble touching 'em."
"How often?" Elder Mo asked.
