But out of everything, what baffled Atticus the most was that even after 3 weeks had passed, although the footprints were mostly cleared out, he could still see the mana imprints clearly.
Atticus decided to stop thinking about all of this for now and focus on the task at hand.
Turning his gaze towards the imprints on the ground, he saw they were all jumbled up, scattered across the earth, with different tracks facing different directions.
Atticus could stand here all day trying to figure out which tracks were the right ones to follow, but it was a very good thing he wasn't dumb.
The loud howl had come from the north.
There were some tracks leading to the north.
What more did he need?
Atticus swiftly turned and started running towards the north.
He was constantly releasing pulses of mana from his mana core to make sure he didn't lose track of the imprints. And at the same time, Atticus was also maintaining the ethereal cloak.
