"This is the place!"
Roger shouted loudly, his gaze quickly noticing the black stone house standing deep within the thicket.
"No traces of departure, they're still here!"
As soon as he spoke, Roger felt a wave of dizziness in his mind, which, due to the heightened emotional fluctuation, also brought him out of that strange state.
"What is this?"
"Hunter Vision?"
Henrik strode up quickly, guns in hand, "Everyone be careful, that prophet is definitely up to something. From what I know about the Tree Spirit Reincarnation Technique, that woman wouldn't easily give up her ritual."
"You guessed right..."
A sinister voice came through, the prophet, clothed in a black robe, slowly emerged from the stone house.
"So quickly you've found this place..."
The prophet's "gaze" fell upon Roger's face, and her expression shifted slightly, "A familiar aura, it's you!"
"You took my Puppet Core!"
"I want to..."
"Bang!"
Her words were cut short by a bullet from Henrik.
