Vincent and Nicholas continued walking in the wilderness, but their direction was surrounding the settlement. They have been walking for who knows how many circles already, as they were waiting for something.
Vincent's animus was already accustomed to its new body. While he was punching some trees here and there while feeling astonished by their strength. Nicholas warned him many times, as he was afraid that they would be noticed by the hunters. However, Vincent's animus was more stubborn than the person himself.
Hence, Nicholas could only shake his head feeling helpless, while trying to strategize his next move. The area around them five kilometers in diameter was devoid of life, as all the vegetation was corrupted and withered from the lack of essence of life.
It did not long after the bush tens of kilometers away from them bustled, and a pack of wolves with menacing gazes came out and growled at Vincent and Nicholas trying to gain their attention.
