"He's back in town?" William frowned as he looked at one of his subordinates who had just brought him this news.
"What about my Spirit Puppets?" he asked in a harsh tone, his gaze growing sharper as he thought about what it meant.
"Destroyed, I suppose," said the Officer who trained William, sitting on one couch in the office of the city's number one disciple, drinking tea.
Spirit Puppets were born hunters. Once you sent them out to hunt something, they would hunt it anywhere.
Vicente had returned to the city hours ago, but William's puppets still hadn't returned. This could only mean one thing to them!
"How is that possible?" William looked at the man, who was calmly sipping his tea.
