In the dead of night on the deserted streets, Byrne, Chris, and the members of the patrol were tense.
The silver-haired youth squatted on the ground, staring at the colorful aura that appeared in the air, as well as the complex web of footprints on the ground.
The trails of aura intertwined like threads in an extremely complicated manner, and the multitude of footprints overlapped one another, making it seem impossible to discern their specific differences.
He smelled the feather pen used by Lady Isaac and his "Tracking Senses" extraordinary trait had activated.
Thus, among the many auras and footprints, those belonging to Lady Isaac became clearer, while the rest faded away.
"Isaac Manor."
The youth stood up calmly and named a location.
"Are you sure?"
Byrne was a bit surprised; he had thought that Lady Isaac would flee into the jungle, not that she would run back to the manor.
Could it be that she thought the most dangerous place was the safest?
